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			<title>they told me </title>
			<description>If I had a cent for every teardrop that fellwell baby i'd bye a plane and travel this world.You could tell me you're sorry in French or Greek&amp;nbsp;you would forget this, I will turn the other cheek.If i was on this big ship and it was sinkingI would go down with her without any thinkingcomforted by ..</description>
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			<title>our secret we can keep</title>
			<description>When you wake up at night, you don't think things are right, don't go back to sleep.When you pick up that phone, you want to make that, remember your secrets i can keep,&amp;nbsp;When you think of her tangled in this web, think of what I said, think of me.And when your mind is telling you that this is w..</description>
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			<title>Hard are the choices</title>
			<description>Hard are the choices we make when we choose for the other's sake, especially when they do not see.Muddled is the mind so lost from itself, so difficult to find when no one is looking with me.&amp;nbsp;Dreams left so far back they are impossible to track. I don't remember them now,and hope for what was, ..</description>
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			<title>My Heart is Unhappy</title>
			<description>My heart is unhappy, I think it's angry&amp;nbsp;at me.I know it's my fault, for all I look I willjust never see.My mind is always busy, wondering aroundin the past.Scared I may loose the detail, that my memories&amp;nbsp;won't last.Pictures still in a frame, in an easy to get&amp;nbsp;to place.So when I want t..</description>
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