There is always this one guy There is always this one girl
I met in the cafeteria I met in the library
with a hand in his pocket with twisted eyebrows
looking around with his eyes looking around blankly with her eyes
searching for what searching for who
I do not know I do not know
There is always this one guy There is always this one girl
I met on the way to class I met by the bank of the river
with an attractive cheerful smile with a book in her hands
looking around with his eyes looking around with her eyes
searching for her searching for him
I know Sure I know
There is always this one guy There is always this one girl
I met on my way home I met one day accidentally
with a full-of-story silhouette with a happy face looking up
looking around with his eyes looking at the very face of him
falling not on me smiling happily at him
I know I see
I've been looking at you all along.
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