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Mar 2015
Just wipe those tears
From your eyes,
I want the news
Not the weather
I'm getting tired of your lies
These so called things that you call alibies
Are nothing but a big disguise
Well I can see right through you
What makes you think you
Can go break my heart
Turn around and we can start
All brand new?
This is not some silly game
Only one player remains
And you're the Loser
meetles
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meetles  Providence
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   Miranda Renea
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