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You're too busy to love me,
and too tired,
and too poor.
You can't handle me.
You don't have the times.
You don't have the means.
I want you to know me.
I want you to love me.
I want you to hold me in your arms
and tell me everything is going to be alright
and mean it.
I want you to mean what you say.
I don't want your unfulfilled promises.
You don't get me,
You can't possibly get me,
because if you did,
You would be doing everything you can
to keep me.
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