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I'm Used To It

Would I wish it on them?

If I had any friends

love to defend

My smiles are pretend

Get used to it

I know the real problem,

There's no bother solving.

And when I am alone,

When I'm sitting by the phone

Just waiting.

I am dreaming.

I'm not sleeping,

I'm dreaming of leaving.

I'm not grieving.

There are things to fix

And I'm used to it.

There are places to go

And go there alone.

I enjoy the empty bliss,

I'm used to it.

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French

Published: Jul 13, 2013
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