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Jan 2016
It used to be I had someone
All hours of the night
And now I'm wanting to talk and talk
But there is no one in sight
And I wish you didn't hate me
And I wish we were still friends
And I hate that you were right
That when you end it, it really ends
Now the clock is close to two
And usually I would just call you
But
I
Cannot
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I'll call her snow
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