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Used To Be

Each time I looked at her I cried I reached out to touch her but she just closed her eyes I think back at the way she used to be..... So innocent and sweet, why couldn't I see? That with her every door I opened shut on me And even though she was a step away, she made it seem like three I used to be able to say she wasn't a bad kid I used to be able to say that studying was all she did And after I reached and reached it was to late for her to see..... All I really wanted was my baby girl, the way she used to be











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