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