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| Three Times Four She buries her head in you chest She cries only tears you can understand She looks to you to pick her up Pick her up Pick her up You've known her your whole life You've known her just five months You promised her safty, security Love and your honesty. But what about me? I was your true love The whirlwind girl who turned your head Confused your world, left you brain dead. Is it her, is it me? Cause it can't be all three. is it her, or another, Or do you even know? It's happened before I've knocked on this same door. It's happened too often Please someone remove this third wheel. I'm sick of these tricycles Going around in circles. She sleeps in your bed Won't get out of your head Tell me how can I ever compete with that kind of lover? Is it her, is it me? Cause it can't be all three. Is it her, or another Or do you even know? I was less than happy with a friend of mine when I wrote this. I'm still a little irked about it. |
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