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Still, I hold my head up high 
And why you might ask 
It was not I that left, but she 
I wear no mask 
My deeds are opened 
My life is before you 
I loved only her at the time 
Perhaps her love never grew 
Still, I hold my head up high 
As she hides from the masses 
Although some in secret she sees 
We call them the asses 
Other know her better 
But quiet is their voice 
Perhaps leverage was used 
And they no other choice 
Still, I hold my head up high 
As she is out flirting 
She is bringing herself down 
No words am I exerting 
Let the deeds resolve the deeds 
Let the blind lead the blind 
Strong drink will soon open up 
Her words and her mind 
Still, I hold my head up high 
As drunkenness is now talking 
No better way for words to fall 
With a blackboard for her chalking 
At last she echoes what actual happened 
As words stream out loudly 
And unbeknownst of ears listening 
She beams her words proudly  
Still, I hold my head up high 
As she is running now for cover 
The antidote she never found 
To hide her brand new lover 
And so she’s vanished, she’s left the state 
And smiles are really beaming 
Lover’s Lane on Saturday night 
With two hearts now a dreaming

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