| you say you love me
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| But if you do
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| What’s with the pressure? |
| I’m not gonna change just for you
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| You say let’s go out
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| But dress up cute
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| Why should I ditch my guitar for a new pair of shoes?
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| You say you wanna party all night long
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| But I’m lousy at dancing so how 'bout I write you a song?
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| You better believe it
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| I’m never gonna change, change, change
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| No backseat driver
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| Is gonna drive me insane, sane, sane
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| We could’ve been perfect
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| It’s going up in flames
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| You better believe it
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| I’m never gonna change, change, change
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| I try to tell you
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| That’s how I am
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| Why don’t you get it? |
| Why can’t you understand?
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| And when we argue
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| You’re always right
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| And I feel like it’s pointless so why should I put up a fight?
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| You never listen you go on and on
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| But turn on the radio maybe they’re playing this song
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| You better believe it
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| I’m never gonna change, change, change
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| No backseat driver
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| Is gonna drive me insane, sane, sane
|
| We could’ve been perfect
|
| It’s going up in flames
|
| You better believe it
|
| I’m never gonna change, change, change
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| I’m never gonna change.
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| I’m never gonna change.
|
| But I’m lousy at dancing so how 'bout I write you a song?
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| You better believe it
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| I’m never gonna change, change, change
|
| No backseat driver
|
| Is gonna drive me insane, sane, sane
|
| We could’ve been perfect
|
| It’s going up in flames
|
| You better believe it
|
| I’m never gonna change, change, change
|
| No backseat driver
|
| Is gonna drive me insane, sane, sane
|
| We could’ve been perfect
|
| It’s going up in flames
|
| You better believe it
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| I’m never gonna change, change, change |