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Even though we hate to say goodbye, like a flag we have to stand tall and just keep on
waving.... you see.... I'm on this road called sin, but I made a left on praying street. Like a
mirror you hang high and look me in the eyes, if i shed a tear for every sin i caused, I would
never stop to cry.
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