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you weren’t there to see my life
open up with a right click in a new window you were out on a piss playing pool in the pub round the corner luck staring you in the face like a torch and all my posters were screaming your name and all I was wearing were T-shirts with your unshaved face on a Sunday morning you stumbled in stinking of unawareness and carried on living without me
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