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Nov 2018
I was a janitor
You, a nurse practitioner
I worked from nine to five
To keep you by my side

Then you got up and left
Was it something I said?
I’ll admit that I was wrong
If you’ll just come back, love

So I’ll be sweeping here
While fighting back these tears
Just keep doing my job
And not think about lost love
JC
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JC  20/M/Somewhere in America
(20/M/Somewhere in America)   
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   Sean Fitzpatrick
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