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Teen
Mag
Greek God Of Music
Wait for me now, hate for me now.
And I promised you the wind, and I promised you the
rain.
When there's no one around you're invisible, what a
shame.
Stop in front of me and hold your hand on me.
And I know what could've been, I've had enough living in
sin.
I'll meet you on the other side when this life ends.
Don't turn around or you'll catch me feeling like the
rain.
Don't turn around or i'll disappear with your music.
Oh why did you turn back I rise to fly.
Don't turn around or you'll catch me ready to fly.
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