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Jan 2017
I know you're sick of me
Bright colors of the rainbow
And I see black
Why think of the good
When I'm so good at seeing the bad
Tell me you love me
Just so I can say you're lying
Stop telling me the truth
We both know I won't believe you
Why won't I ******* believe you?
Written by
Joe Morris  KY
(KY)   
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