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Feb 2013
If if was a fifth you'd be drunk
or maybe just maybe
you'd be gone off possibilities
of things u think could be but aint
oh trust im no saint
and angels dont sing when u enter a room
but one could assume why you're here
so lets be perfectly clear
im no winter jacket in the summer
nor a rain jacket in the fall
if i do recall im here for you
yet im only used when convenient to your purpose
but what hurts worse is
knowing you wouldnt see a good thing
with ray charles eyes if stevie told him just so blind to love so just let me go
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