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May 2014
I lost my mind two days after you left
And I just now got it back
But you'll never hear a word of this
We're a runaway train jumping the track

The truth is I may have what you need
And I wanted to carry your past
But my heart has never been wired that way
Marked from the start, we weren't meant to last

Callused hands always left me raw
Your parts rubbing mine to the bone
An exposure too real to handle
I'm just better when I'm alone
Teresa Smith
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Teresa Smith  Kent
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