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