We were sitting in the corner
Close in conversation
I could feel your knee touch mine
So careless and young, you could not see
What your thoughtless words were doing to me
The smell of coffee and that cologne you wear
Wafting through the smoky air
And lost in your eyes all I could think
Was that somehow these lines did not meet
And what I would give to be loved by you
But somehow these lines did not meet

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