and everytime your on this side

I may say that it was your fault. Cuz I know you could have done more.
Oh your so naive, your so. How could this be done, by such a smilin sweet heart,
Oh and your sweet and pretty face. In such an ugly way, somethin so beautiful 
and every time I look inside. I know that she knows, I'm not fond of askin.


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