Sometimes, I ask myself, what would make me happy? To think that I have luxuries, I get what I want...Then, I realized it was you. Too bad, 'cause its you that I can't have.
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Sometimes, I ask myself, what would make me happy? To think that I have luxuries, I get what I want...Then, I realized it was you. Too bad, 'cause its you that I can't have.