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I'm hurt, it's true. How does it sound?

Hearing my hopes fall to the ground

I knew it will happen, I'll try not to cry

I lay in bed, instead, wondering why

To keep you, I fought, both nail and tooth

And I truly loved you, God knows it's truth.

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