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Up in the thirteenth floor
i sit and hold your hand
ugly dark clouds
hang beneath the skies
and my whole world hangs on thin wires
i only wish that someone
will find a cure
but i know this may never be
they say you are going,
know that you won't be alone
either we leave together
or i'll follow right behind
when the moment came
i let you down
i cannot help
can anyone help
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