| Here we go oh God I know,
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| The words just flow
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| Because I’m getting low lower than you’ve seen me get before
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| And please don’t ignore me
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| Like I’m something you forgot at the corner store
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| Take a look at my book I got a whole world to explore
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| I won’t be a bore whore
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| Love’s infectious
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| It’s a battle for sure.
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| Can’t you see me coming back for war?
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| And don’t stab me,
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| Across the place, we in disgrace
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| Now you can’t relate to my everyday life
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| I was doing it right till you came along and broke my stride
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| Volume high enough to drown it out
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| Too in love and on my homie’s couch.
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| Jesus, why you gotta be so loud.
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| Let me be the one to make you shout
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| Oh, oh oh, I-I love it when you wear that sweater.
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| Oh, oh oh, oh I-I love it when you wear that sweater.
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| You see it’s all about the mood and not about the show
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| Or the cool kids sitting in the corner like they’re hiding away
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| From the way they used to fall in love with someone new every Saturday
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| I want you bad like they say in every cliché song about teenage love
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| Just a few cruel, jumbled up years
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| And it feels like they come and go
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| And then you won’t be here
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| Volume high not to drown it out
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| Too in love and on my homie’s couch.
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| Jesus, why you gotta be so loud.
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| Let me be the one to make you shout
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| Oh, oh oh, I-I love it when you wear that sweater.
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| Oh, oh oh, oh I-I love it when you wear that sweater
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| Oh why you gotta stick around at the breakfast table,
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| Looking better than the night before
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| Baby, why you gotta make me so unstable?
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| The first time I saw you, that’s what you wore.
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| That sweater, that sweater.
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| I hear the bell ring, the sunshine
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| Crawling over the set of swings.
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| And I saw you in the sunlight
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| Volume high enough to drown it out
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| Too in love and on my homie’s couch.
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| Jesus, why you gotta be so loud.
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| Let me be the one to make you shout
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| Oh, oh oh,
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| Volume high enough to drown it out
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| Too in love and on my homie’s couch.
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| Jesus, why you gotta be so loud.
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| Let me be the one to make you shout
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| Oh, oh oh, I-I love it when you wear that sweater.
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| Oh, oh oh, oh I-I love it when you wear that sweater
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| (Oh I love it when you wear that sweater)
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| I-I love it when you wear that sweater.
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| (So why you gotta stick around)
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| I-I love it when you wear that sweater. |