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Dec 2013
I'm sorry if sometimes my tongue trips
And I slip and call you Baby,
Old habits die hard like hearts scarred
From rolls I've found myself in lately

It'd be far easier for me to leave
And believe you'll always hate me
Than to see that look in you eyes
That look for something that ain't me.
Written by
Joe Rader
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