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Pack your bags you don't need me anymoreI'm not the man that you once knewI'm not the kind that you want to bet onBut I'll love you always it's trueYes it's true.Please don't cry we've done nothing to deserveDrowning in our circumstantial sinI'm not the kind that you want to lean onI just cannot be the person you wantOr that you can love. From Letras Mania