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No there's nothing too romantic about the way we met |
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That's not to say, it doesn't make a certain sense |
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Maybe it's just the kind of people that we are |
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That's not to say whether it's right or wrong |
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It's not right or wrong, it's not right or wrong |
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There's no cute story that we tell together |
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Laughing and finishing each other's sentences so charmingly |
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Truth is it was all an accident |
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Just like it is for everybody else |
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But then again it was all and accident |
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Just like the way it is for everybody else |
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Later we had toast, took turns sitting on the windowsill |
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Like two fields of wheat |
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We'll sent signals cross the kitchen sharp and sweet |
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There's no cute story about the way we met |
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We just woke up one day in bed |
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Shouted out for alarm clocks |
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Where's the remote control? |
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Put the blankets and the chairs against the windows and doors |
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And stayed close together, trying to stay warm, oh |
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Now there's nothing too romantic about the way we met |
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That's not to say it doesn't make a certain sense |
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Maybe it's just the kind of people that we are |
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It's gone to far to be right or wrong |
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Now, now, now, now |