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You and me, all alone in the weather, |
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It's certainly never rained this hard |
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Creatively, I drew a picture on some paper, |
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I drew our names and, in the middle, was a heart. |
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I have a bag full of Polaroid pictures |
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Here's a funny one of us in the snow |
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Do you remember driving hours to get there, |
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And when we did, we wanted out of the cold? |
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If I came to your house |
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And I blew a kiss your way, |
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Would you come out? |
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I wrote down on your door step in a black felt pen |
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Thirteen hundred assets you have over them |
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I love you, and I want you back |
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Here's a pretty one of you with your hair up |
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Here's another on of us by the beach |
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I can't remember ever getting so sunburned |
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Love is a wonderful thing |
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Until your standing all alone in the weather |
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And every intelligent remark you should make |
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Is obviously not making things better |
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So she finally walks away |
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I left a number, note, my address and all my plans. |
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I prayed to God she would love me back, |
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But she's still not here |
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If I came to your house |
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And I blew a kiss your way, |
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Would you come out? |
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I wrote down on your door step in a black felt pen |
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Thirteen hundred assets you have over them. |
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I love you, and I want you back |
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I love you, and I want you back |
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Irrespective of how much it means to fall in love |
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It's always a great idea until the heart break comes |
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And changes your mind, like it did to mine |
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If I came to your house |
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And I blew a kiss your way, |
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Would you come out? |
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I wrote down on your door step in a black felt pen |
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Thirteen hundred assets you have over them. |
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I love you, and I want you back |
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I love you, and I want you back |
