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BAKA
Broken, searching my way back home
All alone, wandering through the streets
Knowing my heart is a stone, I felt the weight
And to find that strength, it's a hard thing to do
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Broken, searching my way back home
All alone, wandering through the streets
Knowing my heart is a stone, I felt the weight
And to find that strength, it's a hard thing to do