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I wrote my mother |
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I wrote my father |
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And now I'm writing you too |
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I'm sure of mother |
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I'm sure of father |
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Now I wanna be sure of you |
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Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me |
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Anyone else but me, anyone else but me |
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No! No! No! |
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Just remember that |
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I've been true to nobody else but you |
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So just be true to me |
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Don't go walking down lovers' lane with anyone else but me |
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Anyone else but me, anyone else but me |
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No! No! No! |
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Don't start showing off all your charms in somebody else's arms |
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You must be true to me |
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I'm so afraid that the plans we made underneath those moonlit skies |
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Will fade away and you're bound to stray if the stars get in your eyes |
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So, don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me |
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You're my |
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L-O-V-E.Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me |
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Anyone else but me, anyone else but me |
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No! No! No! |
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Just remember that |
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I've been true to nobody else but you |
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So just be true to me |
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Don't go walking down lovers' lane with anyone else but me |
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Anyone else but me, anyone else but me |
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No! No! No! |
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Don't start showing off all your charms in somebody else's arms |
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You must be true to me |
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I'm so afraid that the plans we made underneath those moonlit skies |
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Will fade away and you're bound to stray if the stars get in your eyes |
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So, don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me |
