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| Well, you shouldn't be sorry, you're the one who left. Listen... uhm... I'm gonna be late for work... Bye. | 
| On the other side of a street I knew, Stood a girl that looked like you. Or New York or Santa Fe Cause you moved to west L.A I guess that's déjà vu, Or wherever to get away from me. But I thought: "this can't be true". | 
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| I didn't leave you and frankly scared as hell Was more than just right. Oh, but that one night Oh, I was overwhelmed cause I was all through. Because I really fell for you. | 
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| I'll be there for ya. Oh, I swear to ya Just a shy guy Looking for a two-ply This is not a drive by. Hefty bag to hold my love. | 
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| Everything is groovy. This is not a drive by. Sue me I'll be there for ya. The way you do me. They don't like it. Oh, I swear to ya When you move me | 
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| But now here you are again, you drove away. So let's skip My love for you went viral. And get down to And I loved you every mile On the other side the how-you've-been of a downward spiral, the more-than-friends-at-last. | 
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| fell for you. until I came to, Is still the highlight. I didn't need you Because I really and frankly scared as hell And I was overwhelmed Oh but that one night | 
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| When you move me Hefty bag to hold my love. Oh I swear to ya They don't like it. Sue me This is not a drive by. Just a shy guy Looking for a two-ply The way you do me. I'll be there for ya. Everything is groovy. | 
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| And a little time But love for you, There's nothing up my sleeve This is not a drive by. I'll be there for ya. Oh I swear to ya To get my head together too. That when I leave Please believe | 
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| That looked like you. Of a street I knew But I thought Stood a girl Cause... This can't be true On the other side I guess that's déjà vu, | 
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| a drive by. Oh. I swear to ya I'll be there for ya. This is not Hefty bag to hold my love. Just a shy guy looking for a two-ply | 
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| This is not a drive by. The way you do me. I'll be there for ya. Oh I swear to ya everything is groovy. They don't like it. When you move me Sue me | 
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