Passing by
I run into youAnd I want to turn away.
I stand there frozen
With everything to say.
It's an affair
Without the benifit of kissing you.
You hold me and act like you care.
You knew I knew.
I run into you on the street
And I feel like crying.
You don't say anything
And I feel like lying.
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