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My love. It's the last time I'm holding you... Rest of my life with you tonight Spendin rest of my life with you tonight [x3] [Chris Brown:] Wanna
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(feat. Young Chris) [Intro: Young Chris] Yeah... uh, C. West We do this, Joe Budden Yeah, young Chris, what, what? Yeah, uh [Young Chris:] To the heart
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