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Replaced Memories

Na, I don’t think about you anymore

The tear in my heart is no longer sore

I’ve been dreaming a lot

Making plans in this spot

Still not one thought of you

Making friends,

Smoking pot

Minding my business

And nobody even knows I knew you

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