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Feb 2014
Promises are made to be broken and
Your words are as hollow as this home
Empty gestures I no longer believe in
And a sense of dread whenever you call
Friendship is a two way street
But I had to put all the time in
Next time you call I won't answer the phone
Find a new fool to confide in
Daniel Kenneth
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Daniel Kenneth  Boston
(Boston)   
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