| This isn’t math, it’s a paragraph
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| It’s a pot of gold in a garbage can
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| Should’ve seen the signs at Christmas time
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| When the mistletoe didn’t make you wanna make out
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| Honey, here is the fuckin' truth
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| You’d rather be with her, and
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| I’d rather be with you
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| Oh, baby, this is the end of times
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| You wanna call it off
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| And I wanna call you mine
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| You are my ice cream
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| You make my brain freeze
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| You are my ice cream
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| You make my brain freeze
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| This isn’t nice, it’s a bath of ice
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| It’s an open book with no words inside
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| I was so naive, I was so deceived
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| When I found out that adults are very confused
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| Honey, here is the fuckin' truth
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| You’d rather be with her, and
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| I’d rather be with you
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| Oh, baby, this is the end of times
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| You wanna call it off
|
| And I wanna call you mine
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| You are my ice cream
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| You make my brain freeze
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| You are my ice cream
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| You make my brain freeze
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| If I let you go, I know you’ll go, so I hold tightly
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| Lost my self-control one year ago, I feel like fighting
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| If I let you go, I know you’ll go, so I hold tightly
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| Lost my self-control one year ago, I feel like fighting
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| You are my ice cream
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| You make my brain freeze
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| You are my ice cream
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| You make my brain freeze
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| This isn’t math, it’s a paragraph
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| It’s a pot of gold in a garbage can
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| Should’ve seen the signs at Christmas time
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| When the mistletoe didn’t make you wanna make out |