Many people come and go
but then why is your absence a woe
in the back of my phone I still have our photo
I remember the day as if it wasn't a long time ago
Why did you have to become a John Doe...?
A John Doe you've become now
it makes me raise my brow
I can't remember what led to this somehow
but now you are a John Doe....
Mi amor is what I used to call you
well Mr John Doe, this was long due
nothing could stop this, nothing could undo
these words of mine left you blue
it was all very clear in plainview
that you'd become John Doe and me your Jane Doe...
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