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so i saw a blue haired boy
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crossin the road the other day
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i didnt say much of anything
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he said he liked my hair

-bleached but slightly green-
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i replayed the whole thing
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over and over and over and
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over and over and over and
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each time remembered it differently
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had i made a whole conversation up in my head?
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over the things i could've done
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or i could've said...
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guess it makes sense when a poet
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doesn't know it in the moment
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but writes a banger down on paper

some time later
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see! i know what to say, just not in the moment
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hey blue haired boy,
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please come back my way
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i finally know what to say to youuuuuuuuu 😉
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i like your boots but your laces are coming loose!
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hope you didn't trip since i didn't warn you!
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you've probably already forgotten about me and my hair thats blonde and bleached but slightly green
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you've probably already forgotten about me and my hair thats blonde and bleached but slightly green