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What I thought was mine turned out to be somebody else's |
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Property and legal claim and all my high hopes fell |
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What I thought belonged to me I had to give away |
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To its rightful owner, where it rightfully should stay |
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And so again I stand without what I thought was mine |
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Gets me everytime |
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What I thought was mine was a variety of things |
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All meant to bring the joy that most things beautiful will bring |
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What I thought I had the right to was taken long ago |
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By someone who saw it first and I had to let go |
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So again I stand without, I won't admit to crime |
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It was not on purpose |
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Honestly, I thought that it was mine |
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And it gets me everytime |
