The End

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It's like a hand is around my throat
Keeping me from breathin
I see the light before me
But it's you I'd like to be seein.

I can tell it's too late,
No turning back now
But it might be better this way,
No more feeling alone in a crowd.

I told you I'd get better,
But we both knew I was lyin
Cause without you next to me
I ain't even tryin.

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