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Memoir 1
On that cold winter night
our way come to separate ways
I could say stay
but sometimes in our subconsciously
know forward what the best for us
I confess
I was addicted to you ..you were my drug lift me...
our way come to separate ways
I could say stay
but sometimes in our subconsciously
know forward what the best for us
I confess
I was addicted to you ..you were my drug lift me...
