I lay my cards out on the table
for you to read
And you look a little longer
in my eyes
I left my disguise at the door
You tell yours and I tell mine
Not the stories but what's inside
Do you ever wonder
why I call you once a year?
Could this be a border line
It's not that I want to stay forever
But being so close
Makes me you wonder
Could this be our borderline

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