| How love can ever be
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| Right before my eyes
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| Still a million miles away from me
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| 1 (Malique)
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| They say love is blind, I say it blinds you
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| Tempts you off your sanity, abide by mind rules
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| The truth behind the myth it lies in our reality
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| Love is just a four letter word that’s sung in melody
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| To complete formality, you hear it when the ballads breathe
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| Every couple wants to be the next Cleo and Anthony
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| Or Clyde and Bonnie, or Frank butler and Annie
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| Mumtaz and Shah, Gina Montana and Manny
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| But this ain’t no love epic, I’m just a hopeful skeptic
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| Mischievous thoughts made poetic now spit it on record
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| I’m not in love with cha, I’m just in love at cha
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| Distant admiration, link and spoil the whole picture
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| I betcha a mil, you dancin' in a million minds
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| A million times you handshakin' from a million miles
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| And put a million smiles, a million different stories
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| And how we diff a million miles is self explanatory
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| 2 (Joe Flizzow)
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| I sing this lullaby, forbidden love sitting before my eyes
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| My heart is screaming although nobody can hear my cries
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| Wishing on a star as I look into the night
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| Say a little prayer only God can understand my plight
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| Glimpses of her sight, flashing in my mind
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| Although she near the distance seems like a million miles
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| Somebody told me once that patience is a virtue
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| And true love is worth waiting for although it might just hurt you
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| And if it comes right back, that means it’s truly destined
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| I promise to hold back the tears, never say never
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| And I know you thinking of me all through out your endeavours
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| And if its part of His plans, one day we’ll be together
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| A few things last forever, so I write this poem
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| A lot of times, you won’t miss it right until it’s gone
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| And though I soldier on, these feelings in my heart
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| Will never change ‘cos I loved you from the start
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| 3 (Malique)
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| We seen a lot of come
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| We seen a lot of go
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| But we ain’t seen a lot of stars who got a lot of soul
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| And keep their feet to the ground
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| Despite a lot soul truly unforgettable like old Nat Cole
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| It ain’t even about your look your style is debonair
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| The voice that stuns the nation when it comes on air
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| Expectations of intimacy was never there
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| But it would be nice to swap a couple hellos with the funny stares
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| But you just smile dumbfound when you come around
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| But little hushes now silence is the perfect sound,
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| Or whether this is fun or play ya
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| Just holler at your boy a million miles away |