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Mar 2010
NO MATTER WHAT I SAY,
YOU TURN THE OTHER WAY SAYING "YEAH",
WHATEVER YOU THINK,
SOMETIMES I WISH YOU WERE INK ,
THEN YOU'D KNOW HOW I THINK,
TIMES I TURN TO DRINK,
TIMES I TURN TO DRUGS,
BECAUSE OF THE WAY YOU BUG,
AT TIMES ALL THATS NEEDED IS A HUG,
BUT YOU CAN'T EVEN DO THAT,
FOR TO DO THAT WOULD MEAN ,
YOU TOLD THE TRUTH WHEN YOU SAID "LOVE",
YOU, I DON'T THINK SO.
Written by
darren laird
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   darren laird
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