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Apr 2011
I stand at his gate
but i know its too late
he has a bed mate
i feel like dead weight
i knew i wasnt great
but i thought we could relate
and together we could create
but now my love is hate
i guess sadness is my fate
Written by
Sweet as Salt
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     ---, Michael Ryan and ---
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