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Around last Friday night I saw you, wearing that glint in your eye. And I know you've got the right time, the right smile. But it doesn't matter anymore, you are now the stranger. I know you're getting old, that doesn't give you the right for more. That doesn't mean you won't score, Is this really what you want? Don't go down the path of Desolation; just say you'll end this war.
