| She stares at her ceiling once again with a hundred thoughts
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| «Maybe he knows who I am; |
| probably not»
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| She walks down the hall with her head down low, scared to meet his eyes
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| Even when she hears his voice she’s swarmed with butterflies
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| It’s impossible to get you off my mind
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| I think about 100 thoughts and you are 99
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| I’ve understood that you will never be mine
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| And that’s fine, I’m just breaking inside
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| He always walks the crowded halls and is blinded by this light
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| A girl who keeps her head down low and never shows her eyes
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| He’s tried to talk to her but there’s no easy way
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| 'Cause every time he raises his voice she runs away
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| Oh, it’s impossible to get you off my mind
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| I think about 100 thoughts and you are 99
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| I’ve understood that you will never be mine
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| And that’s fine, I’m just breaking inside
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| One day maybe she’ll stay
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| And start to head over his way
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| And one day she’ll look into his eyes
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| And instead of breaking, she’ll call him mine
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| One day he’ll grab her by the waist
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| And force them to meet face to face
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| One day he’ll look into her eyes
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| And say that, «You're my only light»
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| It’s impossible to get you off my mind
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| I think about 100 thoughts and you are 99
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| I understand that you will never be mine
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| And that’s fine, I’m just breaking inside |