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As I got up to leave, I found a hair of yours, Resting on my sleeve, It was only then I believed It's the closest I can ever be to you, No matter what I ever say or do, And now I know I'm really done, Because I get closer to you the further I run I see it every single day, hanging there in plain view, I can't bring myself to pull it away, because it's the closest I can be to you I know as a man I'm being really dumb, I know that I should be able to run, So you would no longer be a dream to weave, But it would mean removing you from my sleeve The smell of you lingers in my shirt, A single hair of yours mixed with my dirt, And now I know I'm really done, Because I get closer to you the further I run I'm getting so tired of fighting this fight, My eyes staying open till the morning light, I wonder what I would really do, If I were able to catch up with you Because I know I'm as close as I'll ever be, Your eyes won't meet mine but I know they can see, After everything is said and done, I get closer to you the further I run
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