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Where am I going? A cold wall The floor is moist Water was drained Pure water, tainted Sewage in the mixture  
  Oh, my love, my Saturday baby, the weekend Brings an end to my weakness. It’s never enough to see you
Too often I find myself lost to The tune of longing, and we’ll say Loneliness in every
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