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You and I travel to the beat of a different drum |
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Oh can't you tell by the way I run |
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Every time you make eyes at me |
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Wo-oh |
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You cry and moan and say it will work out |
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But honey child I've got my doubts |
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You can't see the forest for the trees |
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Oh don't get me wrong |
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It's not that I knock it |
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It is just that I am not in the market |
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For a boy who wants to love only me |
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Yes, and I ain't saying you ain't pretty |
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All I'm saying I'm not ready |
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For any person place or thing |
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To try and pull the reins in on me |
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So good-bye I'll be leaving |
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I see no sense in this crying and grieving |
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We'll both live a lot longer |
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If you live without me |
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Oh don't get me wrong |
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It's not that I knock it |
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It is just that I am not in the market |
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For a boy who wants to love only me |
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Yes, and I ain't saying you ain't pretty |
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All I'm saying I'm not ready |
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For any person place or thing |
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To try and pull the reins in on me |
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So good-bye I'll be leaving |
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I see no sense in this crying and grieving |
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We'll both live a lot longer |
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If you live without me |
