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THE STRYDER >> Merchandise Links
THE STRYDER
You run, you hide, you keep your feelings inside Your eyes, your thighs, your excuses and your lies You play unfair, but you let me touch your underwear, so go blowdry your hair and tell you friends I don't care! We got you all figured out But will I be all alone tomorrow? If I stand tall and call you out, Will I be all alone tomorrow?
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