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Oct 2014
I still get nervous when you're around
(And that means everyday)
When you are near, my heart is never sound
(And I still forget what to say)

My hands still get sweaty from just the idea of you
(And I could almost fill a deep pit)
I guess I never will get used to you
(And I have no intention of stopping it)
Shh, don't tell New York.
rufus
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