| well if i’m the reason you get mad
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| consider if you never had
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| a reason to get quite so angry for at all
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| and if you’re the reason i get red
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| i’ll consider throwing you to bed
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| as well as all the times when i got
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| nothing much at all
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| don’t walk away. |
| and i won’t walk away
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| if we’re the reason you get scared
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| consider that we’ve never fared
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| better than the fights
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| in which we gave our all.
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| and if i’m the reason you get cross
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| consider that we never lost
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| the wish to make things right when it mattered most of all
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| well if i’m the reason you get mean
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| consider if you’d never seen
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| that bunch of flowers twice the height
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| what i thought we could find
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| but if we’re the reason you must leave
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| promise, girl, that you’ll believe
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| yourself and not my stutterred pleas
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| for you to change your mind
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| but if i ever wonder why i love you
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| just open up one bright brown eye and
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| i will surely find
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| that the way i feel inside will sure remind me who
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| it is that makes the butterflies within my stomach
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| twist and turn and dive |