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Sorry Don't go Take a pew I'll sit with you For an hour or two What's you're name Are you ok? I saw that you had buried your head in your hands What's troubling you Is it money or love It's no use hiding your feelings When you're face is painted with signs of remorse A death in the family or your circle of friends Could it be Or are you just sick and tired Ready to give yourself to death willingly You don't look so old But yet there are wrinkles Signs of a happy time in your life What's this A tear I'm sorry I didn't mean to touch a nerve I mean not to worry you I want to show you I care By taking an interest I guess I went about it wrong I'll listen more I promise
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Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 8:32 PM UTC
I'll not worry you my dear with my troublesome thoughts
Sorry Don't go Take a pew I'll sit with you For an hour or two What's you're name Are you ok? I saw that you had buried your head in your hands What's troubling you Is it money or love It's no use hiding your feelings When you're face is painted with signs of remorse A death in the family or your circle of friends Could it be Or are you just sick and tired Ready to give yourself to death willingly You don't look so old But yet there are wrinkles Signs of a happy time in your life What's this A tear I'm sorry I didn't mean to touch a nerve I mean not to worry you I want to show you I care By taking an interest I guess I went about it wrong I'll listen more I promise
oliver-onley
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Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 8:32 PM UTC
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