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[Instrumental In]
[Break]
A sole sense of wonderment, a touch you'd not forget,
what I don’t understand – why you hold off on me,
why you wait patiently, are you waiting for me to say this..
Your eyes have met onto mine, like a hundred thousand times,
I've imagined you many nights – so fucking bad we want,
words that will never come, are you waiting for me to say it..
Circumstantial – it's why you’re so close,
and I could stay here all night long, like nothing's wrong at all.
Nobody you know – it's why you won't go,
when you could keep me all you'd want, like nothing's wrong at all.
And nah I'm not your type, and I'm not what you like – for real, no,
I’m not what you’d like – to feel, but it's alright for now.
But nah you wouldn’t look, for me if we werе some – where еlse,
for me if I weren't some – one else, but I'll do fine for now..
Consequential – symptoms start to show,
when you had thought I wouldn't last, like nothing’s wrong at all.
Like we had never happened, like we've never gone too far –
and you'd just stayed away, as if nothing's wrong at all..

[Instrumental Out]

written by; derrick russell jones.
produced by; prod.filippe.
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