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Feb 10
Oh, baby, don't you know that I still love you.
After all these years.
Baby, don't you know this.

Sure, there might be others finer.
But what I have I'm willing to die for.
Baby, don't you know that I still love you.
After all these years.

Even, when you push my nerves.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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