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Yesterday

Contributed by Alexa_Bachtel on Sunday, 2nd May 2010 @ 02:06:01 PM in AEST
Topic: LostLove

Yesterday I have read in a yellow press,
That, ostensibly, I've lost my husband,
The reason was like I got him twisted,
And he's got seen with another one.

It's told that she was taller than me,
She was more swagger than me,
She made him seem happier, yeah,
But on his finger the ring flaunted,
I saw it in these damn photos...

About one yesterday, it wasn't real,
About one yesterday, he was with me,
His head was based upon my pillow,
His shoes were standing at my door,
And my name was in his cellphone,
At number one, I were his number one.
About one yesterday, yesterday...

He was like it was a fake, a mounting,
And she means nothing (who's this pimp?)
He swore that there was no cheating
Like he has no concept who she is...

But he wrote me "I wish you were her",
He left out the "E", he left without me,
In a way like he's thrown his ring, oh,
Straight to my face...

About one yesterday, it wasn't real,
About one yesterday, he was with me,
His head was based upon my pillow,
His shoes were standing at my door,
And my name was in his cellphone,
At number one, I were his number one.
About one yesterday, yesterday...

You promised you'd never give my love away,
You were the one who kissed me for an altar,
And told me that, you told me that...
It's all was real about one yesterday,
Yesterday...

About one yesterday, it wasn't real,
About one yesterday, he was with me,
His head was based upon my pillow,
His shoes were standing at my door,
And my name was in his cellphone,
At number one, I were his number one.
About one yesterday, yesterday...

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Re: Yesterday (User Rating: 1 )
by Jessi95 on Wednesday, 5th May 2010 @ 09:30:28 PM AEST
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Very nice, I love it

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