| I don’t want to be caught in the middle
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| Taking all that I thought and setting it off
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| Temporal moving forward, it’s superficial
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| But always closing doors, but a ripple
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| I’m just here for that girl, that girl, that girl
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| Would I kill for? |
| Not her, not her, not her
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| I’m just here for that girl, that girl, that girl
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| Would I kill for? |
| Not her, not her
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| I don’t want to be torn in the middle
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| It’s deafeningly unsure, unofficial
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| But silently still we talk, though a little
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| When timingly is no more, but a ripple
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| I’m just here for that girl, that girl, that girl
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| Would I kill for? |
| Not her, not her, not her
|
| I’m just here for that girl, that girl, that girl
|
| Would I kill for? |
| Not her, not her
|
| I’m just here for that girl, that girl, that girl
|
| Would I kill for? |
| Not her, not her, not her |