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Because You're Not Mine

My heart skips a beat when you run your fingers through her hair

My mind is filled with emptiness, my mind filled with dispair.

Because you're not mine.

I look at her and think it's so unfair,

That you hold her hand, yet mine is bare.

Because you're not mine.



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