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At first it was innate
Went on our first date
Got their by eight
Not a minute too late
Kisses on my face
Sped up my heart rate
Wanna take me to Kuwait
Too swift in these skates
Scared of our fate
Got me feeling like bait
It's that big screen love
We trying to imitate 
Just wait! 
This ain't the right place
I love to be caught 
But I enjoy the chase
Can we at least touch base? 
He wanna 'touch base'
Does what he can to 
Make my pupils dilate
Up in my estate
We begin to relate
His eyes I translate
But he ain't my soul mate
His bigger than great
I do figures of eight
Now he wanna dictate
Makes me so irate
In a heated debate 
Make his ego deflate
Plans he had
Begin to deviate
I need an escape
We have to separate
Ready to let go and 
Lock the silver gate
Made a mistake
That I will not duplicate
Always throw it out
If you've got a broken plate
No off switch
But you can update 
No phone calls
I don't need to wait
Love so strong 
Most call it hate
Feelings I got 
I try to amputate
Emotions never easy 
To alleviate
So now it's time 
For my mind to reinstate

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