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Got lost in your eyes again

trust me, I wasn’t trying

you got lost back, I saw,

don’t deny, I see you’re lying

endlessly frustrated by what

we insist isn’t a game

but how you feel about me

trust me, I feel the same

but regardless of the time

or what is written in the sand

all I’ll ever ask of you

is the feeling of your hand

with mine