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And Shoot Me If It Is

It is not love

You and her, that is not love.

(you and I were)

She doesn't know anything

(she wouldn't know if you've died)

about you.

 

You still come to me -

I don't care if you won't admit it.

I will.

 

You and her, that is not,

It is not,

(it never will be)

love.

 

(And shoot me if it is.)

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chrissy
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Feb 13, 2010
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