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Sittin and stressin the situation that i'm in,
being to wonder which side will win, under my skin,
Berlin knocked over it's wall why can't i?
if i were a quarter in your arcade i wouldn't even try,
if nearby i found your cleaners i wouldn't give you my shirt,
if you were religion you'd never convert,
flirt with the fact that twice we kissed,
lips pressed and eyes closed under influential bliss,
dismiss any thought that anythings amiss,
does this mean i lost my sight in this lonely abyss?
criss cross, taste lip gloss and Absolut sauce,
wait boss, does this mean that I'm being tossed?
no, this means as much as i did to you,
as much as you like to pass, to me you're someone thats just easy to run through,
to undo our acts start seeing the facts,
relax, since when you do something as common as smile it attracts,
me to a hostile and vile state, emotions surround,
why give out feelings when they're always shot down,
the noun is a thought and it's the subject that i bought,
too easy to deal when love has caught me enough to rot,
never will i walk with flashing lights or be upended in my blind spot,
tonight i cried and bought a thought, of you.