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Jul 2014
You can fall back to your hometown
Pass a billion pretty girls
Leave me wondering for years

But none of it was real darling
You meant nothing babe
And I told you that it would work
Just so you would stay

And I lost something real that day
I lost what I thought was love
I'm still writing about you
As you travel round with her.

Call me a fool but I can't help but see
Your smile
When I close my eyes..


And I must admit
I do miss you.
And I hate that I know
We will never work.
Ruthie
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Ruthie  Dublin, Ireland
(Dublin, Ireland)   
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