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Just hold me and |
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I can't stop thinking about him. . . |
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Not that you care or anything, |
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So what if I want to kiss, |
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So what if I came clean, |
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Why am I so afraid to |
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Best friends are like condoms. |
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. . .And everytime she sees |
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. . .And each and every single |
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. . .And she sits up alone |