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One day I, CotterCaught my Emma on her bikeAnd she rode straight on past meBoth on road and in lifeIt was then that I surrendered Raised my white flag to hopeSaw what I was askingThere’s no fire, only smokeNo hope for my pitied selfTroublesome as I would beFor all I do during hoursIs pen sorrows and poetryBut still I play with faithThat I can make things betterAs I’m sure I won your heartWith truths scribbled on my letterNext day I spied herShe was laughing with her friendsMost likely it was at meHere my fascination endsWe were once like loversCan’t go back to that dayAnd so reasoning slips on throughShe told me yesterdayI want to move onAnd find a girl called SueWe can cuddle under starsAnd scratch matching tattoosBut Sue she must be busyFor she hasn’t came alongNow I’ve nothing to doAs my Emma love is too strong
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