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The Past...

You called me by her name the other night

We were discussing the past

I mentioned something done by mistake

You said it made me sound like a *****

I turned away in shame

Then I thought maybe you didn't call me by her name maybe I miss heard

So I turned back around and there you were

You asked why I was mad

I replied I'm not and kissed you one last time

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cynthia-clark
Armenian
Published
Jun 24, 2010
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