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Saturday, October 17, 2009


Used to dream of being a millionaire, without a care
But if I’m seeing my dreams and you aren’t there
’cause it’s over
That just wont be fair, darling.
I’d rather be a poor woman living on the street,
No food to eat
’cause I don’t want no pie if I have to cry
’cause it’s over
When you said goodbye
All at once
I had it all
But it doesn’t mean anything
Now that you’re gone
From above,
Seems I had it all
But it doesn’t mean anything
Since you’re gone
Now I see myself through different eyes

It’s no surprise
But being alone would make you realize, when it’s over
All in love is fair

I shoulda been there, I shoulda been there, I shoulda shoulda
All at once
I had it all
But it doesn’t mean anything
Now that you’re gone
From above,
Seems I had it all
But it doesn’t mean anything
Since you’re gone
I know I pushed you away
What can I do that would save our love
Take these material things
They don’t mean nothing
Its you that I want
All at once
I had it all
But it doesn’t mean anything
Now that you’re gone
From above,
Seems I had it all
But it doesn’t mean anything
Since you’re gone

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