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             Heavy On My Mind 
                      IV The Poet 

Passin’ back n forth as we pass the time 

Your eyes close slower than a broken heart 

Pickin’ my brain while the car is in park 

I feel I’m creepin’ closer to the line 

I think of this happenin’ to her, mine 

Hidin’ fears behind trust, slowly I march 

Into the light, hope I don’t fall into dark 

Bringin’ myself to admit my crime 

Fulfillin’ indeed, but not yet fulfilled 

Foolin’ myself just to fall once again 

When I have what I need right next to me 

Is this what I want? Am I bein’ real? 

Contemplate typing and pressin’ send, then

You put down my phone and put in the key

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