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Sep 2015
How well I know you don't love me at all

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the tenement rising

The fires of the poor

Hard man

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ME ?l

( how could  you tell ? )

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At the bar drinking whiskey at 2 am

How well I know you don't love me  any more
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Written by
jeffrey robin
401
   Dreams of Sepia
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