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I stay up late just to think about you and how all the things you do can't mean you like me.
You saying I look beautiful? You were just being nice.
You smiling at me? Just looked at me in coincidence.
I keep trying to think bad of you just so I can even get a chance of coming over you. But still I catch myself smiling when I see you and getting nervous and excited when I hear your voice.
I think I have to keep trying to think bad of you for a little longer...
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