| You’re on the phone with your boyfriend, he’s upset
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| He’s going off about something that you said
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| Cause he doesn’t get your humor like I do
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| I’m in the room, it’s a typical Tuesday night
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| I’m listening to the kind of music he doesn’t like
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| And he’ll never know your story like I do
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| Ooh we called it off again last night
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| But ooh, this time I’m telling you, I’m telling you
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| I wish I was strong enough to lift not one but both of us
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| Someday I will be strong enough to lift not one but both of us
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| Walking the streets with you in your tight ass jeans
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| I can’t help thinking this is how it ought to be
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| Laughing on a park bench thinking to myself
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| «Hey, isn’t this easy?»
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| And you’ve got a smile
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| That can light up this whole town
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| I haven’t seen it in awhile
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| Since he brought you down
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| You say you’re fine, I know you better than that
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| Hey, what you doing with a boy like that?
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| Ooh we called it off again last night
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| But ooh, this time I’m telling you, I’m telling you
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| I wish I was strong enough to lift not one but both of us
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| Someday I will be strong enough to lift not one but both of us
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| We were both young when I first saw you
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| I close my eyes
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| And the flashback starts
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| I’m standing there
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| On a balcony in summer air
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| See the lights
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| See the party, the ball gowns
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| I see you make your way through the crowd
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| And say hello, little did I know
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| .this is so exausting
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| I’m telling you, I’m telling you
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| I wish I was strong enough to lift not one but both of us
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| Someday I will be strong enough to lift not one but both of us |