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Feb 2015
Yes, I've heard you miss me.
And in a secret way, I knew you would.
You had it good with me.

Oh, I could lie and state, it's not true.
But then that would be a falsehood of truth.

Just remember, it was your call to leave.
A world that made you happy.
Oh, we had our moments.
Many people do.

But when you measure the bad against the good.
You're aware that the good win.
Cause I went out of my way to do any and everything.

Just remember, it was your call.
Just like, you're now remembering me.
As the one who made you the most happy?
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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