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Feb 2011
It's not me standing there
It's not me who's stroking your hair
It's not me who is staring to care
So don't call my house, I won't be there
There are some days in which you don't play fair
Stub cigarettes onto your arm if you dare
You always used to say we were the greatest pair
But you always hide from me and never share
Simon Fletcher
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Simon Fletcher
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