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I think of her
she won't be mine
I guess thats fine
I cry.
I go through days
my life's a haze
say I'm okay
I lie.
To many drugs
replacing hugs
I know my luck
I'll fry.
I wish that I
could just be fine
Is that a crime?
I'll try.
she won't be mine
I guess thats fine
I cry.
I go through days
my life's a haze
say I'm okay
I lie.
To many drugs
replacing hugs
I know my luck
I'll fry.
I wish that I
could just be fine
Is that a crime?
I'll try.
Published 22nd Sep 2009
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