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Don't leave me high
Don't leave me dry...
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凛冽的寒风夹杂着刺骨的雨滴钻到我的衣领和袖口里,让孤独地走在黑夜的大街上的我打着寒战。
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Don't leave me high
Don't leave me dry...
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有些事不一定要说得明白 有些道理
不一定要合逻辑 有些心情不一定要表态 有些事也许只需要直觉
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