| It’s kind of a funny story
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| I met a girl
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| And we started talking
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| And if you know me, you know
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| That I immediately, without question
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| Fell in love with her
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| Even though I told them I’d never do that again
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| And it was this kind of talking, the deep passionate kind
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| The ones you see in those corny romantic movies
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| The ones I watch when I’m alone at night
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| And everything was going so swell, or at least that’s what I thought
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| And then he walked in
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| And she melted and I got her all over my shoes
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| A few days later, I see the text message clearly stating:
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| «I want nothing to do with you, your being, or anyone around you.»
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| Cause this is about a girl I like
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| (You mean «love»)
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| No, I mean «like»
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| (No you mean «love»)
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| Oh maybe you’re, oh maybe you’re right
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| Cause this is about a girl I like
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| (You mean «love»)
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| No, I mean «like»
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| (No you mean «love»)
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| Oh maybe you’re, oh maybe you’re right
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| Oh maybe you’re, oh maybe you’re right
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| You don’t want to
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| You’re bored by who
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| You think I am
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| Just save your breath
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| Oh, I get it
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| My muscles are tearing
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| From staring at you too long
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| The lips that you’re pulling
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| The lie I believed in
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| Oh, it’s got me thinking that I don’t feel it
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| Oh, it’s got me thinking that I don’t get it
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| The scars on my neck spell your name
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| It’s pathetic
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| Oh, they got me thinking that I don’t get it |