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Jan 2015
I think of you almost every other hour.
I always think of you when I'm in the shower.
He does his best, but to my heart he can't lay claim.
And for that,  you are to blame.
I sleep in your old shirts you left at my place
and when I dream, I see your face.
I know that you will have no mate and no home
but when you're in town, I'll answer the phone.
I'll take what you give and be happy with that.
I'm one of many and that's a fact.
But just to hear you whisper my name,
I'll risk it,
I'll play your game
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