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(Ronnie Lane)
Well, well, hello and how are you?
Fancy seeing you here.
Don't let it show.
No look, no one must know
Why! They're playing ";Tracks Of My Tears";
Just pretend its all over,
Like you have for so long.
I thought time was a healer,
But i guess I was wrong.
I am to blame
But we were so young.
Oh, how was I to know?
But you said you still want me,
You opened up an old wound
Then you left me here bleeding.
And my minds black and blue.
Now you got yours, and I got mine.
And theres no debts or dues
Oh, what can we do?
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