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May 9
I’ve been here a thousand times
All of which I seen you cry
I’ll ask you what is wrong
But you’ll just sit there on the floor

I would have committed a thousand crimes
Just to see you get up and try
You’ll try to tell me that I’m wrong
But here you are asking me for more

So, I’ll waste a thousand dimes
And never question you why
And I’ll hope you’re not gone long
As I watch you walk out the door

I’ve been here a thousand times
All of which I seen you cry
I ask what is wrong
But you’ll just sit there on the floor
Written by
Thomas Harvey  57/M
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