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			<title>I know</title>
			<description>I know I'm not theonly oneFeeling this way But&amp;nbsp;It still feels thiswayAnd I've been havingsecond thoughtsIf the way I feel isrightYou washed away mycertaintyWith your words thatconvinces meI was wrongSo when I feelbroken&amp;nbsp;It feels..</description>
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			<title>Love</title>
			<description>Some people&amp;nbsp;Just don't understandthe waywe want to be&amp;nbsp;loved..</description>
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			<title>Things</title>
			<description>I think this iswhere I belongAmong the things youno longer loveThat was once lovedand taken care of But with time hasfaded&amp;nbsp;This is where IrealizeThat even if I ambeautiful and have once caught you Time will alwaysbring something newAnd I can never b..</description>
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			<title>Eyes</title>
			<description>Maybe this is rightMaybe I should stopMaybe I should close my eyes From looking at yours I see blankness When I try to talkWhen I ask for time When I want to love Painful it really isI know I have done enoughI can leave you nowNow that you dont love me enough</description>
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			<title>Trees</title>
			<description>Unsure like when thewind blowsYou bring me backand forth With words that glowand words that blowLike trees, unclearin directions Always thereBut never for mealone</description>
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