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Jul 2015
it's a funny word
not quite sure what the definition is
maybe it's the fact we met
or the way you slept
(next to me)
or maybe it's the way you now treat me
as if i'm diseased
the memories were great
it's now too late
everything we had was left wasting
all the kisses were sour tasting
i regret
i regret
i regret
sad baby
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sad baby  canada
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   Davy
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