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