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I'm wasting time thinking about a girl |
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And stealing her away from her world |
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She and I would run away |
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I think of all the things that I'd say |
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We'd talk about important things |
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And I picture it in my dreams |
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She'd teach me about modern art |
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And I'd show her it's okay to fart and |
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Maybe I'd impress her |
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By being in a band and |
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Maybe if I act real tough |
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She'd let me hold her hand and |
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Maybe I'll win her heart |
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By writing this song about her |
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Sometimes I sit at home and |
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Wonder if she's sitting at home |
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Thinking of me and wondering if I'm |
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Sitting at home, thinking about her |
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Or am I just wasting my time |
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Remembering how she laughed at Kinko's |
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When I made fun of that guy |
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Remebering the look she gave me |
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When I told her that I used to fry |
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I really want to ask her out |
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But my ego could never take it |
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And even if I got the balls |
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You know that the Cougar would never make it |
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And in my town you can't drive naked |
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And maybe I'd impress her |
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By being in a band and |
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Maybe if I act real tough |
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She'd let me hold her hand and |
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Maybe I'll win her heart |
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By writing this song about her |
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Sometimes I sit at home and |
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Wonder if she's sitting at home |
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Thinking of me and wondering if I'm |
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Sitting at home, thinking about her |
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Or am I just wasting my time |
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Am I just wasting my time |
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Am I just wasting my time |
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Am I just wasting my time |
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Wasting my time thinking about a girl |
