| I made the mark on February 1st
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| Between me and you, you can call it birth
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| The beginning of our universe
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| Remind me of Alicia Keys verse
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| I’m falling for you
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| I wish I had an opportunity to not do
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| What I did to hurt you
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| And now I’m here living with regrets
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| I know that it was my fault
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| I know that I got caught
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| So please don’t lose your thoughts
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| Of me loving you and you loving me
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| I’m on the highway swerving
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| I ain’t drunk but I’m about to hit the curb’n
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| Looking at the calendar getting nervous
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| Just a few more days to the first soul
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| This the day it all began
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| One place that it came together
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| More than a ring or a tattoo
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| Wish your birthmark that reminds me of you
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| So let’s get on an airplane
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| Go back to where we began
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| To that point which is days apart
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| That stamp right next to your heart
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| To your heart, to your heart
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| To your heart, to your heart
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| To your heart, to your heart
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| To your heart, to your heart
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| To your heart, to your heart
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| To your heart, to your heart
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| To your heart, to your heart
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| To your heart
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| Get the calendar, go to August 3rd
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| 1st words stay, we heard our 1st words
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| First argument gotta let it go
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| Cause it could possibly affect what our future holds
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| Flipping pages now famous
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| Thinking back I ain’t seen you in ages
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| Wishing that I coulda made it less painless
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| Brings me back right back to the same as
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| I know that it was my fault
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| I know that I got caught
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| So please don’t lose your thoughts
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| Of me loving you and you loving me
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| I’m on the highway swerving
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| I ain’t drunk but I’m about to hit the curb’n
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| Looking at the calendar getting nervous
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| Just a few more days to the first soul
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| This the day it all began
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| One place that it came together
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| More than a ring or a tattoo
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| Wish your birthmark that reminds me of you
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| So let’s get on an airplane
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| Go back to where we began
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| To that point which is days apart
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| That stamp right next to your heart
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| To your heart, to your heart
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| To your heart, to your heart
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| To your heart, to your heart
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| To your heart, to your heart
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| To your heart, to your heart
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| To your heart, to your heart
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| To your heart, to your heart
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| To your heart
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| January, February, March, April, May
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| June, July, August is just another day
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| September, October, November trying to find a way
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| In December to mark my calendar to meet again
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| If only we can go to that place where me and you know
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| There’s no faith fronting cheating even lying
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| The time has come where we stand face to face
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| This the day it all began
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| One place that it came together
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| More than a ring or a tattoo
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| Wish your birthmark that reminds of you
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| So let’s get on an airplane
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| Go back to where we began
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| To that point which is days apart
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| That stamp right next to your heart
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| To your heart, to your heart
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| To your heart
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| That stamp right next to your heart
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| To your heart, to your heart
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| To your heart, to your heart
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| To your heart, to your heart
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| To your heart, to your heart
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| To your heart, to your heart
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| To your heart, to your heart
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| To your heart, to your heart
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| To your heart
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| That stamp right next to your heart |