Do you mind?

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Please don’t mind me saying this 
I think of you a lot these days 
Admittedly, more than I should 

Please don’t mind me saying this
In my head, I play the supercut of us
Of stolen kisses when times were good

Please don’t mind me saying this
I dance to your tune a lot these days
Admittedly, stumble more than I should

Please don’t mind me saying this
In my head, I play a different version of us
Of stealing kisses not crying tears of blood

Please don’t mind me saying this 

I miss you

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