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If Wishes Were Horses, More BeA bullet to the sun. Erase everything we have done. Please, like a theif,won't you come? Put an end to all this fun. I will see you in a Broadway year, a New York second, a Wall Street minute, a Hollywood moment. This is it. Why does not, this world just stop? |