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reading all the notes hearing all the quotes it's not right what they call help is nothing but a trail of money sights all the publishing has gone to extreme stay away I think I found an old way what I'm looking for is to see you in the future stranding all our shy watching days go by help me up to stand and I believe that we'll then live it up so far never to land I oversimplify every time I try this same thought the underlying theme is yes or not again I'm caught what about how much it must be more than clutch it's everything carelessness will be the fall of me here's the choice I must drop but we're all so close but I'm thinking about you now