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Saturday, July 25, 2009

Play Again

I'm biting my lip and I'm about to swallow
Wish I could find my way back to tomorrow
Yesterday is outdated
And today is overated
It's different to you, but to me it's still the same
If the rose became something else, would it still be sweet as the name?
Don't give me the medicine, I just need you to listen
I'm sick of the game...don't make me play again
Samantha Stough
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Subroto Chatterjee 25 July 2009
The guy seems deaf. At least, to your overtures. Move on. This too shall pass.... cheers. Subroto
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