Give 'em love and what does it get ya? What does it get ya? One quick look as each of 'em leaves you. All your life and what does it get ya? Thanks a lot and out with the garbage, they take bows and you're battin' zero. I had a dream. I dreamed it for you. It wasn't for me. And if it wasn't for me,
then where would you be,
Miss Kyla-Maree?
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