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on a flight back home you trade places with the girl next to me to be seated closer to your friends mine are so far back that i don't even bother includes me in your conversation immediately you are funny attractive read my signals respectfully and i like the way you think   when i drift off to sleep i hear you telling your friends   you are looking for the real thing this time i carry a book from the museum of broken relationships in my bag   two hours have passed you ask for my name it's funny you say that we've been speaking for so long without knowing when the plane hit ground you jump in terror cut of guard in the middle of a sentence a hand on my knee you laugh with a nervous side-way glance you ask me out you could be all i ever wanted and i still wouldn't be there when you leave you look back and smile you got a sad expression on your face but good manners i stay behind you are not him
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Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 10:14 PM UTC
not him
on a flight back home you trade places with the girl next to me to be seated closer to your friends mine are so far back that i don't even bother includes me in your conversation immediately you are funny attractive read my signals respectfully and i like the way you think   when i drift off to sleep i hear you telling your friends   you are looking for the real thing this time i carry a book from the museum of broken relationships in my bag   two hours have passed you ask for my name it's funny you say that we've been speaking for so long without knowing when the plane hit ground you jump in terror cut of guard in the middle of a sentence a hand on my knee you laugh with a nervous side-way glance you ask me out you could be all i ever wanted and i still wouldn't be there when you leave you look back and smile you got a sad expression on your face but good manners i stay behind you are not him
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Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 10:14 PM UTC
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