| I fucking love ya,
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| you dick head.
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| You drive me up the wall
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| You’re a pain in the ass, but youre class when I fall.
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| And I call when I’m drunk, and you just laugh at me
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| Even tho it’s a Wednesday afternoon at 2:30
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| Cos you always say «never follow the map»
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| and you always say «be you that’s enough»
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| yeah you always say «today could be our last»
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| and you always say «it's pure fucking love»
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| Pure fucking love
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| Well I wonder, why I spend my time alone, staring at the sun, tryina wrote
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| another poem,
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| I know I’m a weirdo and that’s alright with me,
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| Nobody ever really feels like they fit in.
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| Cos you always say «never follow the map»
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| and you always say «be you that’s enough»
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| yeah you always say «today could be our last»
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| and you always say «well it’s pure fucking love»
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| Pure fucking love
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| It’s pure fucking love
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| Pure fucking love
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| Cos you always say «never follow the map»
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| and you always say «be you that’s enough»
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| yeah you always say «today could be our last»
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| and you always say «it's pure fucking love»
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| Pure fucking love
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| Well it’s pure fucking love
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| It’s all of the above
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| It’s all fucking love
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| (yeah!) it’s pure fucking love!
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| It’s pure fucking love
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| Both in but pure fucking love
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| Awh it’s pure fucking love
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| Love, love yeah, it’s pure fucking love.
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| I give ya pure fucking love
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| Awh it’s pure fucking love
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| Nothing but pure fucking love!
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| (Love x4) |