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Some things are better off forgottenWe bury them in places that we really only visit by ourselvesOh you were a version like no otherOh they never tell you what to do when all you see is goneWhat’s the sense in anything when what they say is wrong?
Some things are better off forgottenWe bury them in places that we really only visit by ourselvesOh you were a version like no otherOh they never tell you what to do when all you see is goneWhat’s the sense in anything when what they say is wrong?
