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