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			<title>FAKE</title>
			<description>See my smile, it's a lieHear my laugh, it's to hide all the wounded criesYou like my jokes, they're to hide my feelings that are messed up holesMy randomness is not to fear, it's to stop my never ending sea of tearsI do my make-up good and thick, to hide my monster thats twisted and sickSee my heart..</description>
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			<title>When Your Gone</title>
			<description>I sit and wait in this empty roomAll my days filled with gloomI sit and wait for you to returnAnd as I sit my soul just burnsI want and need you by my sideBut you don't believe me, you think it's a lieI wish I could show you the truthBut you wont come back and see the proofSo I just ..</description>
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			<title>Promises</title>
			<description>You said you would never leave me&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But you walked out the door.You said you would never hurt me &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But you can see the pain in my eyes.You said you would never lie to me&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But now I can't believe a word you say.You said y..</description>
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			<title>Her Only Escape</title>
			<description>She use to love him long agoBack when he still loved her&amp;nbsp;But then he discovered his love for alcoholAnd she was quickly replaced, as was his happinessHate and Anger in it's placeNow when he and his love get carried away,&amp;nbsp;She is the one who pays the price.So, there she lies on the floorCrum..</description>
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