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Revolving Door
He says, “you’ve been a great lover,
opened up doors for me,
been there when I needed you
but I’m going to leave you, woman
for I know you could do better than me”
He picks up his suitcase,
then he’s running out the door
And that’s the way it is
that’s the way it’ll always be
lovers in and out the revolving door
She says, “I’m going to leave this town
s...
Tuesday 5th May 2020 5:24 am
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