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Well I bet you thought. |
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That I forgot about our deal. |
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But I am a man of my words. |
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Though they be strange and absurd. |
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I'm just trying to keep it real. |
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And I know I lost the bet. |
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But I haven't lost you yet. |
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And if drinkin' lemonade for the rest of our days. |
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Would save you. |
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You know I would do...... it. |
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Remember Regina and Sarah and cereal bowls. |
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And wearing our hats |
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Even when it's not cold. |
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I'll never relate to your city peeps. |
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Cause I do most of my thuggin' on suburban streets. |
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I get terrified. |
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But I'm fine..... when I'm with you. |
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You should know that I love it when you sing. |
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But I'd love it even more if you'd stop hitting things. |
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Regardless. |
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I'd be heartless.... without you. |
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Well I haven't yelled at someone in a pretty long time. |
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And the last time that I did. |
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I regretted it. |
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I can't wait till' senior year. |
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When I will live in constant fear. |
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Cause you'll act like a zombie. |
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And slobber all on me. |
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You know that I hate it. |
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But I wouldn't trade it. |
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For any asshole you don't..... like. |
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Yeah, you're stuck with me. |
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For the rest of our afterlives. |
