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Jun 2010
She's sad
Upset
For some reason.
She won't tell you
And there are too many possibilities to start guessing.
Is he okay?
Are they leaving?
Is she leaving?
You'll just ruin the night if you sit here and dwell.

Take a shot of whiskey
Get it out of your system.
Forget til the morning.
Written by
Christine
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