| We always seem to fit like a tight dress
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| You were beautiful, I was obsessed
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| Occupy my time just to get through
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| And try and figure out how to get you
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| Acoustic guitar just for you in the car
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| Walks in the park had you home before dark
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| Poetry readings and dinner proceedings
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| You showed me something those days they meant nothing
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| What the hell am I supposed to do?
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| I can’t forgive and forget you
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| What the hell am I supposed to do
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| I thought I’d forgive you
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| But now I forget you
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| I always showed you off like a prom queen
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| You were Norma Jean I was James Dean
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| Sitting thinking in my bedroom
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| So here’s a few things that I went through:
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| Romantic movies, and money, and jewelry
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| Vacations and flowers on special occassions
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| Purses and lockets paid out of my pocket
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| Diamonds and dresses
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| F*ck, you’re expensive!
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| What the hell am I supposed to do
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| I can’t forgive and forget you
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| If you were in my shoes what would you do?
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| I thought I’d forgive you, but now I forget you
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| I can’t forgive
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| I can’t forget
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| I can’t forgive
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| And I can’t forget
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| YOU
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| You reached down in my chest and grabbed my soul
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| How could I forget?
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| I can’t forgive
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| I can’t forget |