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Echoing words through my head
Of all the sweet things that you said
Of times and memories of what we used to do
Just a little thing to see me through
My dear, it's clear
We aren't what we used to be
My dear, I fear
That’s the way it’s supposed to be
Blurred lines are once again made clear
It’s you with her
And me with him
That’s the way it should be in ...
Tuesday 18th February 2020 3:44 am
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