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A difference of taste
Is a sign to our true fate
Love has escaped
I could be fake
And act like we share the same interest, that could lead to a first date
But that would be so unfair
And I don't have room in my heart to spare
Its time to act like I never cared
Before my heart reaches despair
Something it can’t bare
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