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Door Mat

You keep leaving And coming back Like I’m your vacation spot. Although I say I’m through I’m through I’m still missing you. No friends or companions You’re all I got But I’m treated Like the dust under the key That’s under the doormat. 05/06/08

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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