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If I had a diary, your page would be burned
and all your letters stamped "Return"
Every time that you are near
I'm laughing at you through my tears
CHORUS:
I'm laughin' at you (through my tears)
You know I'm laughing
If I had your picture I might throw darts
My little black book full of little black marks
Every time that you are near
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