| I’ve already met your friends
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| Family’s asking how I’ve been
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| On and off a couple years
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| You leave but never disappear
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| We’re kissing in a crowded room
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| Doin things that lovers do
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| I forget we’re not sometimes
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| The way you look at me it’s like you’re mine, mine, mine
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| Pre:
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| Hesitating to have this conversation with you
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| Cuz maybe you didn’t ever want to
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| But if we’re holding hands in public
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| And too scared to call it somethin
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| Then what ar we?
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| What are, what are, what ar we?
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| You know it gets so complicated
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| When we feel but never say it
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| So what are we?
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| What are, what are, what are we?
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| I’m not good at going out
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| It’s hard meeting people in this town
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| I could blame it on my luck but no one else could measure up
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| If you don’t wanna commit, commit
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| Cuz I’m so tired of «what if»
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| What if we were meant to be together set in stone?
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| I wouldn’t know
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| But if we’re holding hands in public
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| And too scared to call it somethin
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| Then what are we?
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| What are, what are, what are we?
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| You know it gets so complicated
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| When we feel but never say it
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| So what are we?
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| What are, what are, what are we? |