| You were standing under cherry trees
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| Now a tree trunk keeps me company
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| It won’t answer but he sure can shake
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| I’ll wear your trouble whatever you make
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| So fast, right now
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| I wear your rings of whatever you make
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| I don’t look back, I don’t look back
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| Why, why would you?
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| I don’t look back, I don’t look back
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| Why, why would you?
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| What you’re thinking, you are never sure
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| There’s a force there that you don’t even know
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| You were making sweet fun of me, yes
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| Now his poster’s in the station looking back at me
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| So fast, right now
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| Yet his poster’s in the station looking back at me
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| I don’t look back, I don’t look back
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| Why, why would you?
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| I don’t look back, I don’t look back
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| Why, why would you?
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| You were standing under cherry trees
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| Now a tree trunk keeps me company
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| It won’t answer but he sure can shake
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| I’ll wear your trouble whatever you make
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| I don’t look back, I don’t look back
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| Why, why would you?
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| I don’t look back, I don’t look back
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| Why, why would you?
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| I don’t look back, I don’t look back
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| Why, why would you?
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| I don’t look back, I don’t look back
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| Why, why would you?
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| I don’t look back, I don’t look back
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| Why, why would you?
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| I don’t look back, I won’t look back
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| Why, why would you? |