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Oh well

I reckon it won’t matter
What I feel for you,
If it’s any consolation,
I want you and him too,

Why do I care,
Why do I think?
It’s in this despair,
That I cry and shrink.

But whatever right?
I’ll just tell you hey,
I’ll never hold you at night,
And you’ll love me no day.
Written by BLIGHT (Anderson)
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