I don't ever dream, about you
and me. I don't ever make up
stuff about us, that would be
considered insanity. I don't
ever drive by your house
to see if you're in .I don't even
have an opinion on that tramp
that you are still seeing. I don't
know your time table, I don't
know your face off by heart.
But I must admit that there is a
part, that still thinks that we
might get on..
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