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I come and go
I would like to come by more
Cause I still have to learn
To let go
I was turning into a ghost
You walked through me most
of the time
But what never got lost was the hate
In your eyes
Everything you threw at me
On thursdays you got back with love
Last monday I liked more
But the ink on my hand is already getting lost
You know I allways share
And there was a couple of stares we shared
Every touch showing I care
And you smiled
Like you're aware
And I'm not scared
Of letting go
Because you know
I come and go
And everytime I'll take more with me
Cause you're my white gold
You're my Whitney
