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Current mood:  cranky
[untitled & unfinished]
Guess you could call it an infatuation
But these things tend to come with complications
Like the small print in the back of my mind
That I should have momorised from last time
How I've tried to tell myself it could never work
But the words get stuck and they hurt
And that's when the daydream ends and I snap back to Earth,
With a lesson that I should have learnt
A long time ago but the fool in love never learns
Naturally assuming that the feelings were returned
And now you've appeared out of the blue
Catastrophically stuck on you
I wonder how many times I've looked into your eyes and told myself
I think I'm in love
I wonder how many times I've sat and watched you smile and told myself
I think I'm in love
Again
Lyrics to a half-finished song I'm making with Danny Whitehouse.
Lyrics based on stuff that's been going on in my life over the past few months. It's hard to sing with a cold 
*ATCHOO*
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