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Dear Mr. Words, I wanna confide to you
I'm tired and blue
But I have to shoot straight
Floating in big wave to meet the bright
Wanna drive for a hundred miles
Seeing your brightest smile
Even just for a while
It works losing my burden life
My heart little bit dry inside
Even I pouring it with the brightest water
I need a reason to be closer to you
Where you're less surrounded
Satisfied myself staring at you
