| I said I love you, don’t ever fucking question that,
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| that’s why we’ll probably never get along.
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| If I was better at knowin the right words to say,
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| I wouldn’t need to write these mother fucking songs.
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| Enough to place you to the brightest of lights,
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| to place you dangerously close to that sun,
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| More than enough to acknowledge the flaws you can’t ignore
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| and recognize the cause of what’s done is done,
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| More than enough to put my name behind my ideals,
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| and neglect my logic twice daily.
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| More than enough to keep me looking for my Lucy in the sky
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| when I remember how you used to call me baby,
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| I said I love you, don’t ever fucking question that,
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| that’s why we’ll probably never get along.
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| if I was better at knowin the right words to say,
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| I wouldn’t need to write these mother fucking songs.
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| Enough to look in my mirror with detest
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| for every tear you shed regardless of why you wept
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| Enough to curse any man who can’t appreciate the depth
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| of the ocean I swam till I ran out of breath.
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| I know a man who met a woman, don’t remember where,
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| big beautiful eyes and light brown hair,
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| she was from the burbs, he was from the city,
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| back when Franklin avenue was still pretty.
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| Two different worlds apart, but the world is just a small town-
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| we all know how people like to get down.
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| Make the love, paint the picture, write the song |