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Hands behind my back,
in custody I may be,
do not draw your gun,
it could be a classic,or
like its never been done,
grab it shoot me,
I can not run,
*Barbara*
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| Things are not as they always seem
life is not always fair.
friends aren't always there.
family a little distant too?
no one is there for you.
never thought of being left behind!
should have known better!
to burn within me!
keeps getting hotter!
whatever reason i had,
it always seemed correct,
needing you so bad.
Barbara* | |
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