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Look at the pretty girl, |
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Rocking the summer dress. |
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Look at the boy with the working tan, stealing another kiss. |
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Look at the way they're laughing |
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All happy and in love. |
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So wrapped up in each other, |
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Can't see the rest of us. |
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Don't you just hate those people? |
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Don't they make you wanna scream? |
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Listen to em' baby talkin'. |
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Oh ain't that sweet.? |
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It can really cut right through ya, the way they carry on. |
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Don't you just hate those people, when you're alone. |
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When your heart is broken, you feel like the only one. |
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There's a million others, holding hands. |
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Where do they all come from? |
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Every coffee table, |
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Every movie, every car |
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They want the whole wide world to know |
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How in love they are! |
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Don't you just hate those people? |
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Don't they make you wanna scream? |
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Listen to em' baby talkin'. |
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Oh ain't that sweet.? |
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It can really cut right through ya, the way they carry on. |
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Don't you just hate those people, when you're alone. |
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Someday I'll fall back in love, and i'll be one of them! |
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Missing you's and |
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Love you too's, but until then.. |
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Don't you just hate those people? |
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Don't they make you wanna scream? |
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Listen to em' baby talkin'. |
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Oh ain't that sweet.? |
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It can really cut right through ya, the way they carry on. |
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Don't you just hate those people, |
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I mean really really hate those people! |
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Don't you just hate those people, when you're alone. |
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Oh when you're alone. |
