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Aug 2016
She said don't trust me
And if this must be..
Keep hope a little rusty

Because she's fussy
Been treated roughly
Her hearts a little dusty

But it's worth trying
And she wasn't lying
Now I feel like dying
Christopher Black
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Christopher Black  New Hampshire
(New Hampshire)   
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