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I hold it, |
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I fold itI throw it on the floor |
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I wrote it, maybe |
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I'm afraid |
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That you'll be bored |
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It's very real and true and sad |
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And hopeful just like me |
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It's one of those things |
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I'll never tell |
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I'll carve it in a tree |
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I follow you, |
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I watch you |
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I thank God you're in my class |
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I picture us in the school bus |
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And we're holding each others hands |
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I need a plan for you to fall |
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In love with me and then |
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I'll make you marry me, |
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I'll waitWait, wait |
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Wait, wait |
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I never wear my glasses when |
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I know that you can see me |
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You act as if |
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I'm not around |
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But deep down you must need me |
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I draw you every single |
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Feature in my head |
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I try to do my homework |
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But I dream of you instead |
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I need a plan for you to fall |
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In love with me and then |
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I'll make you marry me, |
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I'll waitWait |
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Wait, wait |
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I'll make you marry me |
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I'll make you marry me |
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I'll make you marry, marry me |
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I'll wait |
