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I wont you..........



You wake up and he's on your mind ,
Another subject, you can't find.
You used to think it was just a bluff,
But now you realize, you're in love.

You see him and can't help but smile. 
Think of him for miles and miles .
Weak in the knees when he comes through .
You know his eyes see right through you.

 You don't care what People say.
You want to be with him all the day.
Seeing him you can't get enough.
And you can see that you’re in love. 

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