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Pretty, if the sun won't shine |
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I'll be coming out to meet you |
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I'll be there to make you mine |
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Pretty, if the rain will pour |
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I'll be knocking at your window |
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I'll be begging you for more |
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It is as if you've come along too soon |
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And I'm trying to fit you in |
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But I can't seem to follow |
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Cutie, if it all falls through |
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We can piece it back together |
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I can learn to trust you too |
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You're just too good to lose |
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And I can't refuse |
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So don't make me choose |
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Between the two |
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I'm fed up in here |
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In my atmosphere |
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Don't you know who you are |
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You're my shooting star |
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Pretty, teach me wrong from right |
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'Cause in love there are no answers |
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And in life there is no lie |
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Pretty, if the sun won't shine |
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Now you've come this far to meet me |
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And I know, I know you're mine |
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You're just too good to lose |
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And I can't refuse |
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So don't make me choose |
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Between the two |
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I'm fed up in here |
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In my atmosphere |
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Don't you know who you are |
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You're my shooting star |
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Don't you know who you are |
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You're my shooting star |
