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November Rain


I think of the way I use to be held

Nothing has changed

I still hate your guts

Your eyes are just hard to forget

However all we were is lust

Late nights

You'd call me beautiful

The way I use to fall asleep on you

Yes I must admit

I miss being the princess

Now I'm somebody new

You've ruined and given

Last night I dreamt of you

Those same dark eyes

Filled with love and misery

You were never who you said

Lately I've been losing my mind

Why did you have to come by?

Was it my black dress?

Or did you find yourself missing,

A perfectly good heart

I'm sorry I don't have time for this

I'm not the same girl

Can't get me back in bed

You've should've loved me back then

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