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Precarious Truths and Adamant Doubts December 26. 2009

It’s like you’re the swing set
And I’m the kid that falls
I’s like one of those bad dreams
When you can’t wake up
Looks like you’ve given up
You’ve had enough
But I want more
No I won´t stop
'Cause I just know
You’ll come around
Right?

No I don’t believe you
When you say don’t come around here no more
No I don’t believe you
When you say you don’t need me anymore
So don’t pretend to
Not love me at all

Callain To whom it may concern   
Saturday, December 26. 2009 @ 23:49
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