How come

And if
We aren't lovers,
(We're not)
How is it that
Your ear sits
By my heart
And you hear
My thoughts
Before I do?
Maaan.
We gotta fix the situation.
Your privileged access
Into the CPU of my heart
Needs to be curtailed.
Hand the keys,
Loverr.

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