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Sunday, December 05, 2004


Ooooo babe,
Don’t leave me now.
Don’t say it’s the end of the road.
Remember the flowers I sent
I need you, babe,
To put through the shredder in front of my friends.
Oh babe,
Don’t leave me now.
How could you go?
When you know how I need you,
To beat to a pulp on a saturday night.
Oh babe,
Don’t leave me now.
How can you treat me this way?
Running away.
Oh babe,
Why are you running away?


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