"I'm gonna miss you", throw that to the wind.
I'm getting tired, I think this is the end..
I try to run away, you walk to match my pace.
Anywhere I look, your words are in my face.
You make me wanna yell,
I'll probably burn in hell..
I would say something to catch.
Catch your breath, take it away.
I'd give it back..
Maybe in early spring..
Late may.
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