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May 2011
I can't go on living like this,
I can't go on being this way.
When I walked out your door,
Inside me I wanted to stay.
Hold you tight,
Kiss you softly.
I hate to sound cliche,
But you made me this way.
You are the drug I need,
I hate not letting you know.
But this ran through my head,
As I walked out the door.
Too proud of my heart,
Unsure of my actions.
This isn't puppy love,
But full on attraction.
You have me hook line and sinker,
And you don't even know.
All these things through my head,
As I walked out the door.
Written by
Alex Caldwell
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   Matthew Whelan
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