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my heart jumps into my throat

for a split second

i could swear it was you

your hair

for the first time

every ounce of me

didn't want to see you

or have to talk to you

or show you that i don't care

     because i think if you knew

     i no longer care

     you'd like that

but the crowd parts

it's not you

my heart goes back where it came from

i can breathe again