It's not the beginning but the end,
I suppose it's easier to just pretend,
As if it wasn't or hasn't,
Been over talked and raked havoc.
One more push comes to one more shove,
And in absence of yourself it seems your lost in love.
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The end of a beautiful thing.
It's not the beginning but the end, I suppose it's easier to just pretend, As if it wasn't or hasn't, Been over talked and raked havoc. One more push comes to one more shove, And in absence of yourself it seems your lost in love.
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today
im writing for sure
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one thing to say. Fuck Waskom Tx