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Monday, April 05, 2004

You just became
another number
another name
in my little black book

I'm willing to bet
you don't know yet
all the hell that I took

Your keys are by the bottle
that drank you out my door
I don't think I'll be seeing
much of you round here anymore

Just where is the problem
with looking out for number one
It shouldn't be such a suprise
it's all you've ever done

Still stuck there in her hands
that's where your heart is now
I gave you everything I had
All that life would allow