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Created on: May 09, 2008
I still think of you I must say
I hear bikes rumbling down the way
I thought then we were so close
you were perfect. . . well almost
I do know breaking up was right
at least I wont be waiting up tonight
Never again will that be the case
waking to see your guilty face
Now I know yours was not true love
so out the door I gave you a shove
I missed you an hour after you'd gone
I felt lonely and oh so wrong
I cried to a man who was a stranger
he was that to me a fear and danger
until my heart lay upon the floor
he picked it up again once more
he held me close even when he knew
the man I was thinking of was you
I hold him now close to my heart
we have been given this new start
a love so deep not even I can see
is this true can it really be
the one I needed was right there
I couldn't trust him then I didn't dare
now he left and lives miles from here
I love you baby I love you dear
he claimed my love I had for you
no longer sad or head hanging blue
absolutely the only part you have anymore
accidental thoughts except not on hearts shore
you slip in and out of my head so fast
becoming a lingering glimpse of my past
I have loved and I have lost
now I love at a lower cost
that man that gives more to me
the one that just wouldn't let it be
he sat patiently waiting for you to fail
and you did quite quickly to no avail
now your out and he is in
you have lost me and the better man wins.
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