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I dream that you and i get to dance,
the slow pulse of your heart on mine,
know i'm sleeping cause i had a chance,
to sway with a rare type of fine,

treat me like a summer fling,
forget me like a boring book,
now i hold onto everything,
tight enough so i can always look,

you tell me that you just don't know,
when i was hoping for just okay,
towards the cold mountains i once again go,
cause i was rejected by another today,

i'm a victim to your glances and silence,
a casualty to the villain known as distance,
you flipped the switch on, cue the loud sirens,
reaction to run away, so good riddance.