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If you gave me just a coin for every time we say goodbye
Well I'd be rich beyond my dreams, I'm sorry for my weary life
I know I'm not perfect but I can smile
and I hope that you see this heart behind my tired eyes.
--
I'm No Angel

 

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Hope my premonition misses,
But what I really feel,
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'Cause they always start to cry,
'Cause this time could mean goodbye.

 

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