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This song is by With Love, Yours Truly.

You will hand me your dollars
I will ask if you want change
You will hold out your expectant hand
I guess you thought I meant coins
Remember the times when I was young
I'd hold your hand over my heart
When I thought I must be dying
So you could soothe my rapid beat
I wanted you to be the one to break the news
That I was going to a place
From which no one ever returns

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