| Call her thief, call her shallow and insincere
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| 'Cause you’ll never see just how perfect she could be
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| Then she’s gone and my friends can come along
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| And they tell me that I’m happier
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| One more fight, yeah, you tell me all the time
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| How do I swallow my pride?
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| But she’s the one, she’s the one
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| But she’s the one, she’s the one
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| Time and time I hear things that can’t be true
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| And it’s only talk 'cause she’ll never be so cruel
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| Every night there’s a new name on her arm
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| That I don’t think I recognize
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| And it’s never strange just how long she stays away
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| I guess I’ll have to compromise
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| Though she’s the one, she’s the one
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| But she’s the one, she’s the one
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| But she’s the one, she’s the one
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| But she’s the one, she’s the one |