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the old pathetic lie |
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wayoutwalt Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870TEXAS (it's all big) 
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I think her name was Mary I think her name was Jane I think that either way It still would be the same I saw her every day Hoping to catch her eye I had so much to say I kept on walking by Her eye would never turn As I would often try Every time I would learn The old pathetic lie Saying she looks for him I'd tell her now today If I could just find them The words I cannot say The old pathetic lie That I'd tell her today I keep on walking by The words I cannot say The words I cannot say I see them in her eyes Looking the other way Her sympathetic lies |
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~one voice~ Senior Member
since 1999-07-08
Posts 664Billings, MT USA |
This is kind of sad but sweet Walt. I like it!  ------------------ ~onevoice~ "She looked at her life like lines, never-ending, constantly forming, reforming and bending." |
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