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You say you love me,
But you make me cry,
You squish me like a flea,
and You make me lie.

I try to impress you,
I dont want to come home,
I'd rather be a cow that goes moo,
I'd rather be hit with a stone,
I cry and cry,
And you still lie.

But you have your moments,
Thats mend some,
I feel as cold as a tent,
Sometimes there fun.

But theres sooooooooooo many tears,
That i've had over the years,
That can't be fixed,
By your tricks.

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