| I wanna tell you a story
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| 'Bout a girl from NYU
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| And she thought it was funny
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| To break everybody’s heart in two
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| I really thought that I might change her ways
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| Loved her so hard for a couple days
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| Baby here’s what I say
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| I’d set the sinners free
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| That’s what you mean to me
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| Give up my chance to be
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| That’s what you mean to me, mean to me
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| I’d thought she’d listen
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| Staring back with those big blue eyes
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| Still something was missin'
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| As she looked away I got wise
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| I tried so hard to make it through
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| But there’s always somethin' left to do
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| I’m coming back for you
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| I’d set the sinners free
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| That’s what you mean to me
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| Give up my chance to be
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| That’s what you mean to me, mean to me
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| We could jam
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| We could jam
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| We could jam all night
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| We could play our troubles away
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| We could pass it 'round
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| We could dig that sound
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| Warmin' up that cold December
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| She could dance
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| She could dance
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| She could dance all night
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| Makin' eyes at everybody but me
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| Such a bitter pill
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| But I love her still
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| That is all I can remember
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| Won’t you free my mind
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| I’d set the sinners free
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| That’s what you mean to me
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| Give up my chance to be
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| That’s what you mean to me, mean to me |