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We were cold, we were cold, Kinda dream that can't be sold We were right till we weren't Built a home and watched it burn And I don't wanna leave you, I didn't want life Started to cry but then remembered I I can buy myself flowers Write my name in sand Talk to myself for hours Say things you don't understand I can take myself dancing And I can hold my own hand And I can love me better than You, you can.