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don´t let me go,
don´t let me waiting,
don´t let it so,
don´t just pass by.
My pride´s too high
to call you, to be
the pressure
you don´t wanna feel.
My concerns don´t hide,
they´re not very shy,
they grabbed me and kidnapped tonight
when you said you can´t take a while.
Or you don´t want to.
And the sparkles of fortune
will make me blind
to not misjudge it
the other time.