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I've been the victim of a selfish kind of love. It's time that I realize that there are some with no home, not a nickel to loan. Could it be really me, pretending that they're not all alone? A willow deeply scarred, somebody's broken heart and a washed out dream. They follow the pattern of the wind ya see, cause they got no place to be. That's why I'm starting with me...
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