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Now that you&her are over you call me up pretending to talk to me about school when really i no you called to tell me it was over between you too |
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Well im not going back* |
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The ones who hurt you the most are the ones you never forget |
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Still waiting for that one boy to come and sweep me off my feet |
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& in my head are million things that make me worry |
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She convineces herself that she wasting her time |
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She loves him but is scared of getting a broken heart |
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& they are together and she sheds a cry |
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& years pass |
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How many broken hearts can a girl handle |