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Every colour turns to grey Every price he'll have to pay For every little mistake He's ever made And though none could equal To the pain of his latest The loss of his love All down to him He drove her away With every mistake With every late night flit And his latest one night stand But it doesn't matter Because that was a mistake And it's guaranteed He'll make another one tomorrow That may equal to the loss Of his latest love affair As he goes back to his wife Lost in the ineptitude Of his mistakes She takes another beating For his loss.
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Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 5:22 PM UTC
Mistakes
Every colour turns to grey Every price he'll have to pay For every little mistake He's ever made And though none could equal To the pain of his latest The loss of his love All down to him He drove her away With every mistake With every late night flit And his latest one night stand But it doesn't matter Because that was a mistake And it's guaranteed He'll make another one tomorrow That may equal to the loss Of his latest love affair As he goes back to his wife Lost in the ineptitude Of his mistakes She takes another beating For his loss.
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Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 5:22 PM UTC
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