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[sid] => 64801
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Pretend
[time] => 2004-09-22 21:38:28
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => I'm sick of always being one of the many friends that you have that sits around and pretends that maybe I’ll have a shot with you instead of sitting here feeling blue But you always shoot me down and you don’t even have to make a sound its the person you always hang all over maybe I just need some luck like from a four leafed clover Once I think about it I realise no amount of luck will change what's in your eyes so I sit back and watch the show again feeling all my thoughts being covered with sins [comments] => 1 [counter] => 146 [topic] => 22 [informant] => Dragontear27 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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