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I know i'm only gonna want you as time goes by,

so why must we try to be heartless living high?

why must we go slow again? who sped up?

i thought you pushed me out your car, who's fed up?

i landed, rolled then stood right back up,

collected all my thrown belongings and packed up,

but instead of walking away i knew you would

run out of gas eventually and i soon should

catch up to where ever you are and devil horn point

at your face and feel my heart burn like a joint,

so i walked where you drove off, compare to who?

we could be together but you're too scared to,

it's a feeling deep inside, it never asks for much,

except for a fine dime to fill up the dutch,

you are my fine dime helping me write rhymes,

dreaming of days that i'd find the right time.