| Love, love, love
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| Love, love, love
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| I wrote this song
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| Of course it will make more sense later
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| It goes like
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| I want you to be inside my bed now, bed now
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| I hope you can see us being friends, friends
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| I like this girl
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| But I don’t know what to tell her
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| Cause what I say might be
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| Might be what pushed her away, or
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| It might be what get her to stay
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| I want you to be inside my bed now, bed now
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| I hope you can see us being friends, friends
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| I like this girl
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| But I don’t know how to trust her
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| With what I am
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| Cause will she understand?
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| And will I get to be it?
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| And if I show her
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| Will she even see it?
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| People expect all this acrobat shit
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| I just approach it the way
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| I approach this rap shit
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| I just say the same things
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| You would say the same way
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| You would say it if
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| You didn’t have to rap it
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| People project all this
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| «This and that» shit
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| We just act based on
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| How others react shit
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| I’d just be the same person
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| I would be if you were into me
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| And we didn’t have to act it
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| I want you to be inside my bed now, bed now
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| I hope you can see us being friends, friends |