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Him: I'm being jealous |
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& I'm telling him that as long as I'm with him I'd be happy... whilst thinking of someone else. |
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I'm holding your hand so tight, thinking, wishing it was his. |
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I still live to hear your voice, |
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"My heart is torn in two, |
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I hate that you talk to me now, |
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& I still love you, but I love him too, |
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& Your kiss is still the sweetest taste, |
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& I never expected it, but I'll never forget it, |
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& I could write a million words to speak to you, |