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Listen to some slow song, Recall the days, as history repeats its race. A history class I won't take, but future is all-fake. A history class I refused to take, and just end up doing, the same mistake! The beautiful ones always hurt, they tare your heart apart, and you always end up crying your eyes out. The beautiful ones, never afraid to confess the truth and you find your self so confused. Bye Blue eyes, A history class I'll take, And make sure I memorize. Will history repeat its course? Will I prove myself worth? The same mistake I won't do again… But will it do me further then? |
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