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I wish that you had seen me
After you'd gone, thinking you would turn back, Realising I was wrong. After you'd gone, I had a little cry, I didn't think you were like that, My throat went all dry. After you'd gone, I wished you were there, Sitting down next to me, Even if you'd be pretending to care. After you'd gone, they all had to watch me sitting there on my own While you treated me like another notch on your bedpost. Well I'm not going to be there any more After you'd gone You should have known the score.
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