This is not a soap opera, This is my real life, Wrapped up in my little bubble, Im always the last one to know. Im sick of the game i slways seem to
thought To follow another; we didn't see it We're the example for others to see In the beginning all we had was a phone And trust in each other was how
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follow another; we didn't see it We're the example for others to see In the beginning all we had was a phone And trust in each other was how we lived