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Do you recall the word you said to me? |
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The one you could not wait to hear from me |
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You called yourself the poet to my face |
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And the minute that you said it |
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You turned into nothing much at all |
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Whoa, yeah |
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When the who's, the what's and why's and where's |
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Your psyche come face-down and hit me full up-front |
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And you chase away the praise |
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You called yourself the rebel to my face |
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And the minute that you said it, |
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You turned into nothing much at all |
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Yeah |
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Do you recall the word you said to me? |
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The one you could not wait to hear from me |
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You called yourself the beauty to my face |
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And the minute that you said it |
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You turned into nothing much at all |
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And the minute that you said it |
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You turned into nothing much at all |
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The minute that you said it |
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You turned into nothing much at all |
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The minute that you said it |
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You turned into nothing much at all |
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The minute that you said it |
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You turned into nothing much at all |
