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| 307. The Door You walked out the door Never saying a thing I thought I was special Was I just a fling? Sure you’re so pretty And have money to burn But are you so shallow Or was it just my turn? You said we were forever Soul mates from the start Maybe you meant clever Just actors playing a part I loved you once This I do confess You once said the same Today I couldn’t care less So walk you fool No riches in your soul Money can’t buy happiness No matter where you go |
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