Chapter 5

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I'm not sure about your love no more,
If I had a dime, or maybe four,
For e'rytime you said she's just a friend and nothing more,
I'd be rich, I'd always want more.

Yours and my soul are tormented,
Why can't we be tormented together?
We're always on some bad vibes,
We always changing like the weather.

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