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Nov 2014
All I wanted was for you to stop me
Grab my arm and tell me not to leave
Beg me to stay
Make me feel wanted
You really did not want me there
Not like that
I understand
But it’s the times that I need you most
In those times
When I feel as lonely as a desert rose
Sara Jakke
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Sara Jakke  Portugal:England
(Portugal:England)   
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   Timothy, Joe Bradley and SPT
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