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All i can remember is a fast pulse,

immediately followed by a past that's false,

i still remember how the fire ran from my head

to my feet and you were the girl keeping the flames fed,

i knew the beat, it was faintly familiar,

only kept going cause i wasn't really sure,

if the way i felt and thought could be true,

break the trust & the love, the blame is on who?

it's not me or you, it's on circumstance,

taking away any chance of you teaching me to dance,

go run away to France, Spain or Italy,

i'll step out of the box to make sure the pitch isn't hittin me,

treat me like some stolen glance to your eyes,

feel for me like some stolen warmth on your thighs,

i tried to understand her lies, but finally decided,

i need to try forgetting her, i gotta at least try it.