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i found a coin and i picked it up
i found a coin it was dirty and old
i found a material possession that means nothing more.
i found a reason to be sensible.

i found a cause without the effect
i found you paused when i asked you a question
i gave to much and got little back
i gave to much there is no just black

when you are near i wanna runaway
because being in my skin is to much for me to take
remember the day he went away i do
remember the day he came back to stay
a guardian angel to guide me on my way

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