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