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She tells me she does... She tells me much more, There isn't much she doesn't tell When she yells at my heart's door. She texts me every morning She texts me every night, She refuses to talk in person though She fights the counterfeit fight. She says how we're meant for each other She says how we're meant to be There's a lot she says about us, and our plans When in the end, she doesn't care about me.
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Sep 2, 2020
Sep 2, 2020 at 11:29 AM UTC
counterfeit fight
She tells me she does... She tells me much more, There isn't much she doesn't tell When she yells at my heart's door. She texts me every morning She texts me every night, She refuses to talk in person though She fights the counterfeit fight. She says how we're meant for each other She says how we're meant to be There's a lot she says about us, and our plans When in the end, she doesn't care about me.
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Sep 2, 2020
Sep 2, 2020 at 11:29 AM UTC
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