had you on my mind, thinking dont let me get that way
and ive been staring you straight in the eye.
walking away from you, but you had me in your grasp
and now i am the thing that i wanted last
so i stood outside last night, collected the dew like the evening does,
and i became the weather,
whether or not you remember my name
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