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Jude Rose Blog

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You

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You don’t know what I’m thinking
When you stand next to me
You don’t understand the feeling
Of longing for something that was never meant to be

I feel you brush against my shoulder
and I forget what I was doing
People think I’m mad when I smolder
‘Cause you’ve set me back to my original setting

I wish you were mine, lying in my fur
As much as I know you can’t
You’re in love with her

“When is it my turn?”
We both think

With my eyes fixed on yours
But you are fixed to her

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