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