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Jun 2021
I did something bad
Why do I lie?
Images of us in your bed
Why do I cry?
Memories stuck in my head
But I can’t deny
Nothing’s left unsaid this time
Written by
Martina  F/Italy
(F/Italy)   
148
   Bogdan Dragos
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