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I seem to disappear
Do you know where I go?
Now, it all seems so clear
You're so fast; I'm so slow.
Take what you need and leave.
Please, please. I beg of you,
My heart hangs on my sleeve
Held together by glue.
You took the best of me,
Then lost the soul inside.
I seem to disappear
Mainly from people like you.

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