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You're finally here, what do you care?
Come on, it's not me anymore.
That I'm the other lover you were hoping to be.
The stranger who wrote you a verse.
He drew me a guitar and the two of them on paper.
You're finally here, what do you care?
Come on, it's not me anymore.
That I'm the other lover you were hoping to be.
The stranger who wrote you a verse.
He drew me a guitar and the two of them on paper.