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 Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2006 8:27 am
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2006 8:29 am
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2006 8:33 am
I see how you look away, trying to hide your eyes from mine
I just look away as well thinking, ok, whatever, fine
I'm over you, or at least that's what I say
I think I actually love you since I keep going your way
This is kinda like slavery
I try to run away but I'm always pulled back
Like your hounds hunting me down to attack
I hang with you, we talk and laugh
But it hurts inside to know I might never get you back
Maybe I should ignore you, but it's to obvious
Maybe I should move, or die....
This is kinda like slavery, I'd rather do anything else but cry
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