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