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The Image Of Me
Conway Twitty
Yes I know she's the life of the party
And without her things here would die
Oh but don't be fooled by her laughter
She has her sad times, she knows how to cry
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She drinks, and she talks, just a little too loud
And with her pride gone, she hangs around
With any old crowd
Yes I know I'm to blame, and i feel so ashamed
That I made her the image of me
I met her in a little country town
She was simple and old fashioned in some ways
But she loved me 'till I dragged her down
Then she just gave up and drifted away
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