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Oct 9
It's our little secret
no one needs to know
who left you beaten and bruised
and hungry and cold, so
you smile and nod
put on a show
and dread what will happen
when you go
back to that house
thats not a home
one of you
Written by
one of you  F/MI
(F/MI)   
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     CJ Sutherland, --- and ---
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