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Sometimes though it's hard to admit it
You have to concede that it's true The lover you thought that you wanted Is not the right person for you You've lied to yourself for a while now Pretending it's love that you feel But it was only wishful thinking A searching for love that's real You finally know that it's over That you only thought it was true And forever you sit and wonder If they ever really loved you You wipe the last tear from your red eyes You remember with fondness the fling Then you pick yourself up and go on Knowing though brief, 'twas a wonderful thing
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