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Jun 2010
You called me by her name the other night
We were discussing the past
I mentioned something done by mistake
You said it made me sound like a *****
I turned away in shame
Then I thought maybe you didn't call me by her name maybe I miss heard
So I turned back around and there you were
You asked why I was mad
I replied I'm not and kissed you one last time
Written by
Cynthia Clark
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