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Sad liar
Sits in a chair
Her on his
Left there

Too weak
For me
Love leak
A wannabe

Only pretend
Easy to end
'Cause you were not there alone
As my heart turned to stone

Rolling in the dirt
Caking on the mud as though the hurt
All because of your lies
The tears form behind these brown eyes...

5/14/2006 1200 cj

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