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The years have passed.
Four, since him you met.
Two, since you married
Im blue
The tears have not.
Still I love you a lot
It's knawing, pawing, gnawing at me, see.
Somebody's with you and
see it's not me.
It gets into my head.
I try to sleep in bed.
Gets into my brain.
Driving my insane.
A long night until the dawn.
John.
He's the one, you get to hold
I am cold
I can't hide. It gets to me, see inside.
It does not bring this boy joy.