| I know we just met
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| You don’t know that much about me
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| Made up in my head and your character he likes me
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| Wouldn’t call this love more like infatuation
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| 'Cause you’re going through your phases
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| And I’m not good with changes
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| But just for this moment
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| Let me live in my head
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| Before ten years go by and you forget
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| I’m walking down the aisle
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| You’re standing waiting for me
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| Fell in love with your smile
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| Your brown eyes they adore me
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| I’ve got on my white dress and I’m not afraid of hurtin'
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| 'Cause the truth is I’m in love with an idea and not a person
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| You’ll never hold me tight
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| And you’ll never kiss me sweetly
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| It keeps me up at night thrown back into reality
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| If only love were true and guys like you said «sorry»
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| Maybe this would work but we were just a made up story
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| Your lips speak the truth and my heart is yours to take
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| Ever trusting you would be my best mistake
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| 'Cause every word is smooth when I’m looking in your eyes
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| I wonder what it feels like when the time is right
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| But just for this moment
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| Let me live in my head
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| Before ten years go by and you forget
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| I’m walking down the aisle
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| You’re standing waiting for me
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| Fell in love with your smile
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| Your brown eyes they adore me
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| I’ve got on my white dress and I’m not afraid of hurtin'
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| 'Cause the truth is I’m in love with an idea and not a person
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| You’ll never hold me tight
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| And you’ll never kiss me sweetly
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| It keeps me up at night thrown back into reality
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| If only love were true and guys like you said «sorry»
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| Maybe this would work but we were just a made up story
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| Feel you all around promise you’ll never leave me
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| You won’t take back your word
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| You’ll always say you’re sorry
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| 'Til the day your back is turned
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| And the harsh truth hits me
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| It was never real just a made up story
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| I’m walking down the aisle
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| You’re standing waiting for me
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| Fell in love with your smile
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| Your brown eyes they adore me
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| I’ve got on my white dress and I’m not afraid of hurtin'
|
| 'Cause the truth is I’m in love with an idea and not a person
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| You’ll never hold me tight
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| And you’ll never kiss me sweetly
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| It keeps me up at night thrown back into reality
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| If only love were true and guys like you said «sorry»
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| Maybe this would work but we were just a made up story |