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What she wants is for me to say |
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That i cant tell a promise that i made. |
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But on her hand theres a ring |
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It dont mean anything |
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I would sit and write her songs |
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Evolved it in my heart she belonged. |
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But all the words I use to sing |
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They dont mean anything |
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Its hard to feel, when u dont |
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Its hard to say you will, when you wont |
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And if u do |
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It dont mean anything |
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I touch her skin |
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I smell her hair |
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It might appear that I still care |
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I see her legs, they're opening |
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It dont mean anything |
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Its hard to feel when you dont |
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Its hard to say you will when you wont |
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And if u do |
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It dont mean anything |
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On the day i said goobye |
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My melancholy butterfly |
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Just cried tears that sting. |
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It dont mean anything |
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It dont mean anything |
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It dont mean anything |
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It dont mean...anything |
