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May 2016
I won't call you no more
I can't love you no more
I won't bug you no more
I don't like you no more

Baby you sealed this fate
When you walked out our door.

So what am I still waiting for?
What am I still crying for?
I was born to be a star.
No foot on my back anymore.

Be careful what you wish for.
Just be careful what you wish for.

I won't come around no more,
and you can't hurt me anymore.
Jaime Will Grant
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Jaime Will Grant  Florida
(Florida)   
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