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Whenever I think about you, I start to cry; It’s not that you were so mean, I really try, To believe you didn’t really mean it when you said, Thank God, Thank God we didn’t end up in bed.
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May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 1:17 PM UTC
Shouted in the Morning
Whenever I think about you, I start to cry; It’s not that you were so mean, I really try, To believe you didn’t really mean it when you said, Thank God, Thank God we didn’t end up in bed.
For chris.
marcia-kaoru
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May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 1:17 PM UTC
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