devastated

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Wandering around the street Looking for something to eat Asking for money But they didn't give any   The cold, polluted air Sticks on my hair Nowhere to stay I don't know what to say
You remember the night we met? I wasn't 18 yet. You said felt like you knew me And how next to me you felt so groovy.   The second I saw you I knew you were the one.
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