| I was walking through the park one day
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| I think it could have been the month of may
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| When you talked to me begging please
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| But I wouldn’t marry you I wouldn’t marry
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| And if I did you would not be my true love
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| Well I’ll bury myself up under this rock
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| And wait till you go away
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| Because I don’t want to be…
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| More than friends
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| I was walking through the park one June
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| Probably should have seen it coming soon
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| When you talked to me begging please
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| But I wouldn’t marry you I wouldn’t marry
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| And if I did you would not be my true love
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| Well I’ll bury myself up under this rock
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| And wait till you go away
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| Because I don’t want to be…
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| More than friends
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| Only if I would have tried a little harder
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| Maybe could have worked out right
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| Only if you would’ve stayed a little longer
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| Maybe could have worked out right
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| I said maybe would have worked out right
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| Sometime
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| I was walking with you in the park
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| I think it could have been the month of march
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| When you talked to me begging please
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| But I wouldn’t marry you I wouldn’t marry
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| And if I did well you would not be my true love
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| And I’ll bury myself up under this rock
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| And wait till you go away
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| Because I don’t want to be…
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| More than friends… |