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I love it when my fingers are entangled in yours, |
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We love each other more now, |
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& I'll never get over you, |
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I'm not special, |
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One day, you'll find a guy who's worth |
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The problem with boys is that |
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Anyone can make you smile, |
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I would rather have you and worry, |
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When you look at me a certain way, |
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People always tell me either. |