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As you sit up A few rows forwardOr a few rows backThere is always someone watching shylyAdmiring you...Wishing to talk to you...
I still dont know what it was when I fiirst saw you You were different from the other guys I seen before I was wondering where you been all my life
Is it wrong that i want to observe everything you do? just simply watch you, and breath in every quirk and restlessness of your being sometimes you absent mindedly jitter your leg
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