| Every day I love him a little bit more,
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| a litle bit more, a little bit more.
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| Every day I love him just a little bit more,
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| and he loves me the same.
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| (Brad)
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| Every day I love her a little bit more,
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| a little bit more, a little bit more,
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| Every day I love her just a little bit more,
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| and she loves me the same.
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| (both)
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| Baby if ya wanna get on, baby if ya wanna get off.
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| It makes no sence at all, I saw red. |
| I saw red. |
| I saw red.
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| One more secret lover that I shot dead.
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| (Brad)
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| Every day I wake up, just a little bit more,
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| feelin’like a dog in the yard because it’s just how we are.
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| (Gwen)
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| And every day I wonder if it’s over,
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| when I wake up I realize no it isn’t, and break down the wall.
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| (Brad)
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| You say it’s black but I just can’t believe you.
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| (Gwen)
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| And if I say it’s white say I’m just trying to decieve you.
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| (Brad)
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| And baby, I’m aware of the high and the low,
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| and I’ll be waithing in the middle, but I just lack control.
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| (both)
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| Baby if ya wanna get low, baby if ya wanna get high.
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| It makes no sence at all, I saw red. |
| I saw red.
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| One more secret lover that I shot dead.
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| (Brad)
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| Girls don’t go crazy, girls don’t go crazy, oh girls don’t crazy when
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| the
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| men use you.
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| (Gwen)
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| Women hold your men tight, if it makes you feel alright,
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| It’s your own life. |