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