"Same Town"

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With every word we exchanged, my heart can never stop fluttering.

But still, how stupid can I be, letting my guard down.

No matter how much I never wanna see you, I tend to forget we're in the same town.

I'd stare at you for a long time, hoping you'd see me, but I guess i was just assuming..

If you were to see me, I bet you'd be fuming.

We shouldn't have met, maybe it'd be for the best. Or maybe I shouldn't have confessed.

It was fun while it lasted, though all I got in return was pain.

I guess it happened again.

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