"hair"

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and as my eyes start to wilt

and my hair grows longer

i think about how much time has past since we've spoken

and i think about what you'd think of my long hair

and how i knew you liked it short

i think about what we could've been if i wasn't so stupid

if i could just move on and treat you right

and i feel that heaviness in my heart again

and wonder if you're thinking of me.

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