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She was never like them, why should i lie
My story starts once upon a time When I saw her walking one day, singing in the rain A song to the stranger she had loved in vain. I was there when she couldn't help from staring And when he looked right past her, without even caring I knew what she did, though i never told I hoped it was just a phase, i hoped it would get old. She was the girl who would tell you it's okay She was the girl who would love you anyway She would fight the world just to get her way She was the girl who couldn't walk away. But one day she turned and she walked away And that was the last time I ever saw that girl But what she doesn't know is, I also saw the stranger... He watched her leave and shed a single tear.
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