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Oct 2015
he's here
and he's there
and i’m breathing
his air and his hand’s
in my hair
oh it just can’t compare
and i swear
i won’t dare
but it’s really
not fair and i don't
want to care
but i can’t help compare
now he’s smoking
i’m choking
i can’t speak
he's croaking and all
this provoking
i thought he was joking
i thought he was joking
i thought he was joking

he’s not here
he’s not there
and i’m breathing
clean air and no hand’s
in my hair
oh it just can’t compare
and i swear
he won’t dare
now he’s gone and
that’s fair and i think
i don’t care
but i can’t help compare

no i can’t help compare
madameber
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