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We had a fight, I cried and ran away
Now it’s late, 4am, can’t reach you
If I could turn back time and make you stay
Maybe then I would still be near you

You’re out of my life, it cuts me like a knife
I’m wounded and it hurts, it hurts, it hurts
Since I can’t tell you
You’re out of my life, but did you have to die?
And now it’s too late, too late, too late to say I’m sorry

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