| I can remember it like yesterday
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| The first time that my lips thouched yours
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| There were butterflies and the taste of honey
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| My alibi, cause I was ditching something
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| I knew that I knew for sure
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| Your mama’s at work and I’m supposed to be too
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| So I called in sick, told 'em I had the flu
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| I guess I kinda did, I was sick with love
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| Good for nothing, really, said: Kisses and hugs
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| So I sat on the couch with you
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| Dreaming of what your lips must taste like
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| Thoughts run in my mind like
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| Ain’t no way this could be wrong
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| When it feels so right
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| Galaxies were made to shine (it feels so right)
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| And your lips were made for kissing mine (it feels so right)
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| Your pops could hate me and he might
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| But he can’t tell us our love’s wrong when it feels so right
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| We were just babies, you and me
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| Like little puppies just tryna survive
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| We were just homies in the beginning
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| And you’re still my best friend through the worst of times
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| I remember the first time I sang you Fugees
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| I think that’s the first time I knew you loved me
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| 16 years same song still playing
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| Everything’s gonna be alright
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| 'Cause still I’m on it, making garnish wages
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| We might lose babies and lose our faith in
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| American dreams and American pie
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| But they can tell who I’m gonna call my wife
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| Tell me I’m wrong
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| Nah, I know I’m right, yeah
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| Galaxies were made to shine (it feels so right)
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| And your lips were made for kissing mine (it feels so right)
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| The feds can shoot me and they might
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| But they can’t tell me our love’s wrong when it feels so right
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| Let me pain
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| Every sunshine, blue sky and cloudy day
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| We’ll find a song, we’ll find a rhyme
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| We’ll find the strenght for you and I
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| To find the way
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| 'Cause we stroll on the board, walk hand-in-hand
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| Travel and roll,
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| , we watch the tide rise
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| And even when it feels like all of live gone’s wrong
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| You and me still right
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| Galaxies were made to shine (it feels so right)
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| And your lips were made for kissing mine (it feels so right)
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| Our world can crumble and he might
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| He can’t tell us our love’s wrong when it feels so right |