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19h
Your such a cryptic lyric
A virus in my brain
You use me as shield
To deflect all of your pain.
Why can’t you accept
And sometimes take the blame
Why am I being manipulated
And left outside in the rain.
I cannot work you out
You love me then you hate
Im of to the kings arms
To have a drink
With my friendly mate.
Written by
Mark Bell  65/M/Portsmouth
(65/M/Portsmouth)   
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