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Feb 2011
Yesterday seems so far away,
but I don't care no more.

I just hope that when tomorrow comes around,
I feel like I did before.

I'm sitting here, staring at the door,
waiting for someone new to walk through.
*** I can't keep sittin here for you.
Written by
Adam Mathieu
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