| Movies and magazines
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| And pictures that she send to me
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| And words in her music that I know
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| Are just meant for me
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| Oh god, do I wait for her?
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| Knots in my pocket, do you
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| Remember who she used to be
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| And drinks that we drank
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| And all the pictures that she drew for me
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| Oh god, do I wait for her?
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| And oh, she is all I want
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| Will she find her way to me?
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| Oh, she is all I want
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| Will she find her way to me?
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| Talking and laughter
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| This is the way that is used to be
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| And all those loved-up messages
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| That I just can’t delete
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| Oh god, do I wait for her?
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| Messages are letters
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| All the things that she said to me
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| From music to medicine
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| And all the things she bought for me
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| Oh god, do I wait for her?
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| And oh, she is all I want
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| Will she find her way to me?
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| Oh, she is all I want
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| Will she find her way to me?
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| Will you ever know, my dear
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| How I truly feel for you?
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| Oh, I’ve tasted desire with you
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| And I gave you my all, my love
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| But still it weren’t good enough
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| Oh, she is all I want
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| Will she find her way to me?
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| Oh, she is all I want
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| Will she find her way to me?
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| Oh, she is all I want
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| Will she find her way to me?
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| Oh, she is all I want
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| Will she find her way to me? |