| Love letters that lead to bliss
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| Embracing, youthful, love’s first kiss
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| Stops after school, the parents are fooled
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| Thinking they’ll be home so soon
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| Waits for him in parking lots and hallways everyday
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| And he smiles, anticipating, thinking of the words to say
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| Then it begins this absurd parade
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| Such an unproductive way to behave
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| The accusations are unending
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| Tiring, no more listening
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| I wish I never read his name written on your notebook
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| Wish I didn’t break my neck to take another look
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| Wish I never held your hand, wish I never knew your name
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| Or I wish from the day we met, nothing ever changed
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| Then you put your hands on my face
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| Pink roses and red valentine lace
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| You’re dancing like hot dripping wax
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| Like your fingertips running up my back
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| Truest parts of feelings, feelings within
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| Skinned by insecurities in him
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| Will no longer retort to the truth
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| Half-decade charade, wasted youth
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah I’m dying
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah I’m dying
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah I’m dying
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah I’m dying
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| I’m dying, I’m dying, I’m dying, I’m dying
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| Please don’t say the words he screams
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| Please don’t let me go
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| Please don’t cut me up again
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| Just to turn and go
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| How many ways can I say I care?
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| Run my fingers through your silk-y hair
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| Look up and see
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| The pale skin
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| Of your back as you walk away, again
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| Look up and see
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| The pale skin
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| Of your back as you walk away
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| The ring’s been set in the shape of her finger
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| Still on and off the torment that lingers
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| Going through and falling again
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| Where are we going? |
| Where have we been?
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| It’s so much simpler than we make it
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| Fearing the other one can fake it
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| Tears, and sweat, and lips again
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| I wonder if she’ll stay with him
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| The words we share are nothing short of inspired
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| I love you’s and I miss you’s
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| 'Cross a telephone wi-re
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| She says she never thinks of another
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| I wonder if she’s a LI-AR, yeah?! |