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This is the moment that you know |
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That you told her that you loved her but you don't |
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You touch her skin and then you think |
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That she is beautiful but she don't mean a thing to me |
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Yeah, she is beautiful but she don't mean a thing to me |
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I spent two weeks in Silver Lake |
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The California sun cascading down my face |
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There was a girl with light brown streaks |
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And she was beautiful but she didn't mean a thing to me |
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Yeah, she was beautiful but she didn't mean a thing to me |
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I wanted to believe in all the words that I was speaking |
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As we moved together in the dark |
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And all the friends that I was telling all the playful misspellings |
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And every bite I gave you left a mark |
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Tiny vessels oozed into your neck |
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And formed the bruises |
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That you said you didn't want to fade |
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But they did, and so did I that day |
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All I see are dark gray clouds |
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In the distance moving closer with every hour |
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So when you ask, "Is something wrong?" |
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I think, "You're damn right there is but we can't talk about it now |
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No, we can't talk about it now" |
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So one last touch and then you'll go |
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And we'll pretend that it meant something so much more |
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But it was vile, and it was cheap |
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And you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me |
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Yeah, you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me |
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So one last touch and then you'll go |
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And we'll pretend that it meant something so much more |
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But it was vile, and it was cheap |
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And you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me |
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Yeah, you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me |