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                   I look at her face.

                   I look back at our place.

                   I remember our last embrace.

       I look back at the door.  A pain I can't ignore.

          Tears running down my face.

    I hate being away from home.  We'll both, see be alone.

  I have to go away.  It is, the only way that I will get paid.

                   Fears, I try to hide inside.

   I look at her a last time.  

No, this see with me, is really not fine.

    I remember our last kiss.  Her, I am really going to miss.

  Sweet carress, I really hate doing this, I confess.

                        I remember our last touch.

                        I'll miss her so much.

              I get into the car.  I have to go away far.