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Holding Hands in South Dakota
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love crap I know how you feel for him
I know how you feel for her
I spend all day, tearing myself apart
I wish I knew what your feelings for me were.
Like a young middle school girl
I see you, daydream, scribble your name
I hear your voice, want to look
but I can't stand to face the shame.
I open up and let you in
in taking you in, I give you myself
my day has become you
like there is nothing else.
The source of your voice approaches
with someone else's face
I need to take a trip somewhere
somehow escape this place.
I want to go to South Dakota
but I don't know if I can
I want everything to be a dream
I want to hold your hand.
Until then, I'm alone, standing apart
and it seems that while I'm waiting
you'll be holding my heart.
