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May 24
You pull me in ways I don't want to go                                                               ­             
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You show me things I don't want to know                                                             ­                             
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You tell me the words I want to hear,                                                          
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you are the very thing I fear                                                             ­                   
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You hold my hand, you hold me down,                                                      
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I feel like I'm six feet underground                                                      ­      
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You whisper sweet lies to watch me react,                                            
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I wish I could take all my love back                                                             ­       
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You push me out of my comfort zone,                                                            ­          
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then when we get home, you leave me alone                                                      
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  I never know who I'm going to get today,                                                           ­   
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someone who cares or just wants it their way                                                              ­                                                                 ­                                                
  All the things I loved about you,        
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are the very things that broke us in two
Written by
Sherri Woodman  63/F/pa
(63/F/pa)   
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