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when it all comes down to a sunrise on the east side, will you be there to carry home the remains of my wasted youth? this wasts. i won't be mad, won't feel bad. these memories will never leave me. don't be sad cause life goes on, life goes on. it's getting too late. tomorrow is here.
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