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Oct 2010
Hold on tight to the memorys we shared,
they're all you have left of me now.
Think of the times we spent together,
those were mistakes, I solemly vow.

You tell me your sorry, that it was just a mistake.
Somehow I've heared this all before.
You're just the joker, and im just a fool,
but these games I'll play no more

Look through our photos of the happy times,
Fickle lover must be your real name
Beg on your knees for "one last chance",
and I'll take plesure in winning the game!
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