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