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You took a baby off her hands |
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She stole the records from your van |
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You opened up to her |
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And made her understand |
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But you're still locked in that same young love |
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Still locked in that same young love |
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You knew enough to know nothing at all |
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They took the news and distorted it |
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She was the one who was loving it |
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She always wanted more than you could give today |
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So you really can't complain once more |
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You know that she is spoken for |
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As dreams of life without her fade away |
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He was a loner for sixteen years |
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Embracing all his defended fears |
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He could have lost her name |
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Instead he called today |
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And he's still feeling that same old way |
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She's proven what he used to say |
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He knew enough to know nothing at all |
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He's still locked in that same young love |
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A ghost of what he's thinking of |
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He knew enough |
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And never should have called |
