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Waves crashing on the sea line,
I'm sitting in the rain.
Reflecting on the memories,
The ones that caused me pain.

Love forever, well that's a lie,
Yet I believed it was true.
Because it came from your lips,
Where the source of lies can't live.

I thought you were an angel,
One who'd never break my heart.
Yet once again I'm broken,
Cause of the pain I never caused.

You played the game,
I played with fire.
The one that burnt your heart.
To smithereens of a reminder,
Of the Golden One you'd lost.

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