| If I never think about her, I’ll never miss her at all
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| Never wonder what she’s doin', never give her a call
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| Never see her again and I’ll be free as a bird
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| But the trouble with never is never never works
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| If I never bring her flowers, I’ll never see her smile
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| If I never try to kiss her, she’ll never drive me wild
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| And I’ll never feel the need to say those three little words
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| But the trouble with never is never never works
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| I know how to stay carefree
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| Let no one get a hold on me
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| But I can’t keep my hands off her
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| There’s something different 'bout this girl
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| If I never let me love her, I’ll never settle down
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| And I’ll never put roots in this God forsaken town
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| And I’ll never say I do or step foot in a church
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| But the trouble with never is never never works
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| I know how to stay carefree
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| Let no one get a hold on me
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| But I can’t keep my hands off her
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| There’s something different 'bout this girl
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| If I never think about her, I’ll never miss her at all
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| Never wonder what she’s doing, never give her a call
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| Never see her again, and I’ll be free as a bird
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| Oh, But the trouble with never is never never works
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| Yeah, But the trouble with never is never never works
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| At least not with her |