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Nov 2013
You sit there and cried
About the man who has lied

That you thought that you loved
A match made from above

He cheated on you
With someone new

You scream out
Why me oh why

You hold a gun in your hand
Ready to die
Then a handsome angel
Descends from the sky

He grabs a hold of you
And hoists you up high
A tear escapes from your eye

You fly through the night
On a wonderful flight
Knowing that when he's holding you
Everything is all right
Natasha Smith
Written by
Natasha Smith  Maine
(Maine)   
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