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