| I think we got this
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| In a wedding dress and a Casio watch
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| This here’s a plot twist
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| 'Cause I’m not the sort to be certain a lot
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| Ran for the trenches and there you were humming «Strawberry Fields»
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| No more defenses, no more defenses
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| You are better than you know yourself
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| I found you off the highest shelf
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| I’ll always feel the way I felt
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| Fight in a pub on the Heath
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| First kiss, first Friday in June
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| You asked what I tell my friends, said «It's a glowing review»
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| Baby nothing much has changed, I guess your buzzcut, it grew
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| But I’m still the girl with the blush, giving a glowing review
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| We’ll make a home on the cracks, we’ll tell nothing but the truth
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| And for the rest of my life, you’ll get a glowing review
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| (Ooh, maybe)
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| Maybe it’s perfect, maybe it’s incredibly flawed
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| It doesn’t matter
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| I’m happy honey, I’m locking the door
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| This is our shelter, birthdays are nailed to the fridge
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| What did I tell you, or did I tell you?
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| You are better that you know yourself
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| I found you off the highest shelf
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| I’ll always feel the way I felt, felt, felt
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| Fight in a pub on the Heath
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| First kiss, first Friday in June
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| You asked what I tell my friends, said «It's a glowing review»
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| Baby nothing much has changed, I guess your buzzcut, it grew
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| But I’m still the girl with the blush, giving a glowing review
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| We’ll make a home on the cracks, we’ll tell nothing but the truth
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| And for the rest of my life, you’ll get a glowing review
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| (Oh, yeah)
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| Running, sidewalks
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| My baby’s out the ball park
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| Nice teeth, white heart, I’ll never need a hall pass
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| Eyes won’t wander, it’s my honor
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| All my future rested on your
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| Stairwell hideouts, smiling with your eyebrows
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| Life without ya, I never wanna find out
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| You’re scared, me too
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| I won’t leave you
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| I won’t leave you
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| I won’t leave you
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| I won’t leave you
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| I won’t leave you |