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Not like we don't live in the same area,

so why must you seem to be in Bulgaria,

when i'm in America dealing with hysteria,

secrets, rumors and outbreaks ruin any criteria,

oh it wasn't fair to ya to just leave?

unveil the hidden card behind my sleeve,

please don't grieve, cause i'll disbelieve,

since you're not whiping tears on my sleeve,

simple to me, you seem to pull strings,

within my mind like when Paramore sings,

you're hard to pick like an Ace during Kings,

and hard to forget like your first bee stings,

cell never rings yet i always think,

could there be a way to, in a blink,

have it all changed from close to the mixed drink,

to close to you all over again so we coould re sync.