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Can't write, stuck thinking,

all these iceburg hearts keep my boat sinking,

a dancer, a blonde, a different state, one taken,

all have one thing in common, i was mistaken,

feel like god took you back to heaven,

he only had three angels and needed the holy seven,

damn spell out the angel and show me the grace,

show me the point, not the side that can only erase,

somehow find another line behind another memory,

underneath another rock i find a centipede,

crawling from my mind through my pen,

making sure i never forget back when,

Plies has been thinking? John Mayer too?

does that mean that you possibly do too?

or does it mean your star doesn't shine as bright,

so you have no way of thinking about me tonight.