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In an apartment on the first floor not long ago,

i used to know a girl, i loved below,

then my mind was blown bout 5 times till one day

someone told her love was the dumb way,

in a house up north i met a girl before

i moved past high school, then she closed her door,

for four years it was love, or as close as it got,

yet not for one second did i think her hot,

on a social site i reconnected with one,

then something grew from only some,

while the songs are sung, her hands don't clap,

cause love is living up north on the easts map,

the worst case was a dancer, i took my seat,

hearing the rhythym and watching her feet,

when the nights turn sad, and i almost feel bad,

i think of all the great memories we had.