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When I first met you
I judged you
I’ll admit it
But that profile I made up in my head
Well you just didn’t fit it
Why are you like this?
Why so indescribable?
You walk around here
Like you own this joint
Well I suppose you do
But that’s beside the point
You look different from my viewpoint
Form here I see what I just now know
Young boy just wanting to be free
But tomorrow I’ll see a mystery
Oh, you’re killing me
I need consistency
I need you
The real you
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