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I'm dressed as drab as the sky With the sun soaking wet I breathe out a sigh In a room alone But with a second set of my eyes He sits here and I sit there Our eyes refuse to meet One of us is right, you know It's just a question of when we'll see I'll let him hang around for now And think what he wants to think Because I know I'm fine Even if he's on the brink

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Published: Nov 17, 2010
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