I told you that I love you, please believe me.
I know that you're tired, that you're sore and sick and sad for some reason!
So I leave you with a smile. Kiss you on the cheek and you will call it treason.
Don't hold your head so low that you can't see the sky.
You've been waiting to break since you woke up this morning
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