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Created on: July 12, 2009
How many times we quarrelled and slammed the door
Here I was back again, asking for more
You let me in again in the rain
Cos, it was just me.
We went down town, hand in hand
We tossed each other in the sand
You tickled me, till I was mad, I screamed and yelled
But you hugged me, it was just me.
The music blared across the room
Oh! what music that brought me such gloom.
Can you change the music please
No, he teased, because it was just me.
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