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Oct 2011
To you I am disposable
Something you can use then throw away
Only when you're in the mood
That's the game you play

I am never recycled
You don't keep me around
Never something precious
You always leave without a sound

To you I am disposable
Something you can use then throw way
I'm feeling kind of lonely now
I wish someone would stay
Written by
Maryrose Joyce
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