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She was the one that made me laugh and smile,
Not him,
She was the one that made me feel better,
Not him,
She was the one that always said i was beautiful and dangerous,
Not him,
She was the one that I always knew would be right there for me; my shoulders to cry on,
Not him,
I guess we were just slowly falling for each other and never knew it,
And he was just a piece of trash you can find on the side of the highways we drove on.

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