| Yeah, you say you believe in God
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| And we talk about it all night long
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| And when we’re messed up about love
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| 'Cause my exes call me a slut
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| We do shrooms and watch MTV
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| Talk about our favourite CDs
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| Oh, you don’t know how cool you are
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| I said, «Girl, you’re a fucking star»
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| You don’t know what you mean to me, Emily
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| Oh, Emily
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| You don’t know what you mean to me, Emily
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| Oh, Emily
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| Sometimes you’ve got to build up girls
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| You’re one of the best of 'em in this world
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| When you’re pointing out all your flaws
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| I’ll be givin' you my applause
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| Still remember that day we met
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| None of us had shit going on yet
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| But I knew it right from the start
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| I said, «Girl, you’re a fucking star»
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| You don’t know what you mean to me, Emily
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| Oh, Emily
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| You don’t know what you mean to me, Emily
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| Oh, Emily
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| Oh, Emily, Emily
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| I wrote you this song, oh Emily
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| Oh, Emily, Emily
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| I wrote you this song, oh Emily
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| Oh, Emily, Emily
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| I wrote you this song, oh Emily
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| Oh, Emily, Emily
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| Emily
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| You don’t know what you mean to me, Emily
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| Oh, Emily
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| You don’t know what you mean to me, Emily
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| Oh, Emily
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| You don’t know what you mean to me, Emily
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| Oh, Emily |