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Aug 2016
Your head is full of hopes
And dreams of another man.
I can see straight through those darting eyes
When you look at me and tell me you love me.

I can see straight through that wicked soul.

You dream all night, and I don’t sleep a wink.
You’ve turned every waking second into a nightmare.

When I return.

Oh I’ll return.
Speaking Sorrow
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Speaking Sorrow  23/North Carolina
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