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Apr 2015
She was right.
And now I'm in a plight.

I shouldn't have trusted someone like you
For apparently her suspicions were true

She thought you were trouble
But I thought you were a nice man with stubble

She said that you were someone who
will lure you into a trap
Just to leave you in a snap
and now I am crying boo hoo.
Written by
those bygone years  F/USA
(F/USA)   
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   Chris and Arlo Disarray
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