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On a Tuesday morning in July
I was bright and breezy, not willing to die
And my skin was renewed by a comfortable sleep
I was born again, light on my feet
Then your sillhouette caught my eye
So hold your tongue, don't look my way
Cause I know we are not the same,
So I am trying to refrain from that
The mischeif in your eyes
And everything that's behind
On a Tuesday evening, you replied
Every word, every comma, I analysed
And I knew there was nothing there between the lines
But a masochist all hid and signed
But the maybe still plagued my mind
So don't write back, don't type my name,
For I know we are not the same,
And I am trying to refrain from that
And the nothings you give away,
And the words that you'll never say
Don't say my name, don't move an inch,
Let the morning pass without a hitch
And I'll just be trying not to notice til you're gone
Though I know it won't be for long,
Maybe then I can just move on
On a Wednesday morning in July.
