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We had a fight, you cried and ran away
Now it’s late, 4am, can’t reach you
If I could turn back time and make you stay
Maybe then I would still be near you

You’re out of my life, it cuts me like a knife
I’m wounded and it huts, it hurts, it hurts
Since I can tell you’re, you’re out of my life
You're out of my life, why did you have to die
Now it's too late, too late, too late to say i'm sorry