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another song ( back then)

It's the middle of July
And I'm freezing from the things that you said
The looks that you've been giving me
A hundred times I should have been dead
Every time I turn around
Your telling me I can't do anythig right
Every night I'm coming home
To a women that is ready to fight
What did I do
What didI say
What should I feel
What should I play
To make you feel the way you did back then
How do I act
How do I stay
Why should I care
Why should I pay
To make you feel the way you did back then
I think It's snowing in the middle of
The hottest summer we've ever seen
And I keep telling myself
It's not your fault you are so mean
I can't help but wonder what it is
That makesyou go and treat me this way
It wasn't long ago you said
 That you would love me till our dieing day
What did I do
Why should I stay
How do I care
Why should I pay
To make you feel the way you did
Back Then
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