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This little game called love is confusing me.
I sit here and try to play out all the possibilities.
But all I need is for you to come to me.

I miss you holding my hand.
Imiss your fingers running through my hair.
Baby its so true.
I'm in love with you.

I bump into you after class purposely.
I find it hilarious when you bump back into me.
I find everything laid out in the open and yett you dont know the half of it.
I thought it was obvious.

I miss you holding my hand.
I miss your fingers running through my hair.
Baby its so true.
Im in love with you.

I jumped through hoops for you.
Igot dressed at least six different times before I left my house.
I would get up an hour earlier to do my make-up, and I did my hair at least three different times already.
Do you notice?

I miss you holding my hand.
Imiss your fingers running through my hair.
Baby its so true.
Im in love with you.