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Maybe there's a God above, and all I ever learned from love was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
And its not a cry you can hear at night, its not somebody who's seen the light, its a cold and its a broken Hallelujah.
And its not a cry you can hear at night, its not somebody who's seen the light, its a cold and its a broken Hallelujah.
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