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Oct 2014
I spend my days alone
No one around to tell me what's right or wrong
Lonely little girl drinking 40 after 40
These mickeys are the only things I look forward to
As if it's my only friend and the only thing I can turn to
No one wants to be around
Lost Angel just begging to be found
Nathalie Roman
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