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Oct 2014
Meeting.
You washed your hands.
Left me hanging.

I thought you were gonna be my guide
The one to save me when I fall
But you left me hanging.

I have to save myself
You have saved yourself way too early
And you left me hanging.
Written by
Regine Santos
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