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