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Sep 2010
Don't open your mouth and speak of me and you
Dont paint my skies grey when they should be blue

Don't tell me what I shan't hear
Don't weaken me so I may stay near

Don't call me when you're all alone
Don't drive by on your way home

I tried so hard to make us one
I tried so hard but now were done
Written by
Madison Powell
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