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and i ran away from you from so long; trying to come up with the name you hid behind. and i guess you're much smarter than i am. because i can never come up with it. and i keep searching for the aliases that you might be...and we all have secrets...but you secrets must be more beautiful than mine...because i know; you refuse to sing..and you have such a pretty voice...and why do you have to hide it behind...any thing you have to call it...and the things we admit while we're drunk and we're inside or outside eachother...and here i come trying to admit to myself...just how wrong i've been...and a reminder of the last time i was drunk comes back..i dont know what this says....and we will beautiful together....its like an oldman with abeard standing in front of atrain station singing about; who knows what he's singing about...and i wouldnt dare call it singing....especially if there was other people around....just let down your hair...sweet...what ever name i should call you.....i will always dream about the stars and the anti-matter because..i'll always see you there...and i will always waite to sing to you in afalsetto voice....the lines that come up next;