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Could not count all the last times. I swore that this was it. So raise your glass to those who forget you with their first Came to, this morning with a spinning in your head Tried to wash it away but the emptiness stays This is all that remains of you A dead man walking I won't try to fill your shoes A spirit talking. I will never be like you. Try to justify yourself. I gave up long ago. From Letras Mania