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