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Sorry, Girl Cry it, your love broken. Mean boy tossed around your love like a ball. But, then, you let him bounce you, you let him roll you. Sorry, girl, my tears won't join yours. You should have known, hopes always fall, they change. Next game, they'll be your fears. A good boy, like me, will have to climb over them. He won't see what he gets till he falls. But, maybe he'll bounce, and if he really is a good boy, sorry girl, he'll roll away. |
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