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Plea.

I heard it through the grapevine, All the things you do. And I worry, and I worry This just doesn't seem like you. And through these words, I reach out, I reach out far for you. Please come back to all of us, We miss you. It's true, it's true, it's true. We'll take action and we'll rise up, Getting up from our seats. Like a song with caring words, We'll work quickly to each tap, noise and beat. And we will reach out to you As far as we must. We will reach out to you, With love, hope and trust. Please come back, come back, come back We're all cold and alone. But we will keep on searching This is writt