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If i'm as over as you think,
why is it every now and then in a blink,
i wish to see you at your work and mean
to tell you why as i lose myself in green,

nice and mellow, damn all hair that's yellow,
once upon a time you made me feel one lucky fellow,
turning knots to jello and laying with backs,
all along speaking silent facts,

there is so much this hurt can teach us,
me to never let a questionable reach trust,
you to never assume truth to a rumor,
making the thought of you feel like a tumor,

here's a new rumor, i miss you,
even if i despise blondes i kind of wish you,
would again change my mind like i changed your eyes,
all that i think during one of my sighs.