| Blue jeans, white shirt
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| Walked into the room, you know you made my eyes burn
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| It was like James Dean for sure
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| You’re so fresh to death and sick as ca-cancer
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| You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hop
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| You fit me better than my favorite sweater
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| And I know that love is mean, and love hurts
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| But I still remember that day we met in December, oh baby
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| I will love you 'til the end of time
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| I would wait a million years
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| Promise you’ll remember that you’re mine
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| Baby, can you see through the tears?
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| Love you more than those bitches before
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| Say you’ll remember, oh say you’ll remember
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| Oh baby, ooh, I will love you 'til the end of time
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| Big dreams, gangsta
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| Said you had to leave to start your life over
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| I was like, «no please, stay here»
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| «We don’t need no money, we could make it all work»
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| But he headed out on Sunday, said he’d come home Monday
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| I stayed up waiting, anticipating and pacing
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| But he was chasing paper
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| Caught up in the game, that was the last I heard
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| I will love you 'til the end of time
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| I would wait a million years
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| Promise you’ll remember that you’re mine
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| Oh baby can you see through the tears?
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| Love you more than those bitches before
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| Say you’ll remember, oh say you’ll remember
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| Oh baby, ooh, I will love you 'til the end of time
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| Blue jeans, white shirt
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| Walked into the room, you know you made my eyes burn |