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I'm gettin cold thinkin of the memories and I will never forget us, you and me but that's okay I am on to the next girl don't get caught up on one there's more in the world open up like eyes when they dialate 
the walls we put up to protect May deceive what's really correct Perfection is not a goal in reach That's something the schools can't even teach But I'm the black kid who swallowed the bleach
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