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Maybe you're just passing through and maybe ill get sick of you |
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But baby make sure that you do |
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Maybe the sky will show me blue |
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And ill fade away like I seem to do |
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But it don't mean I don't wanna love you |
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So call me aside, scared of alone |
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Just call me on the telephone |
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I know you're gonna fix me up with your silver talking spoon |
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If you drop the ball before you bat im gonna keep moving on |
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You know im used to that |
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But im gonna write you like you do right next to me |
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No I wont write you like you're used to |
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No I wont get used to you loving me |
