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The man from tomorrow must have lost his way, They say he should find me but what's with the wait?, The man from tomorrow completes me, And till he comes that part of me will be missing,  
sweetheart i'm dying to hold you once more and sweetheart i'm trying to love you like before   but that last goodbye i cried for your embrace and you didn't even try
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