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I look at them out together |
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And I see she's wearing my sweater |
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Ah, what the heck, I might as well let her |
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I was hardly gone |
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Before another boy came along |
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Not to say that that is wrong |
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But I wish she'd leave my sweater home |
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I look at them out together |
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I don't mind he's an okay fella |
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Anyway, it's probably better |
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She isn't stuck with me |
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I'm so bad at the intrigue |
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I'm glad I'm not stuck with her |
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She's got a bad habit of being pure |
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I look at them out together |
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I wonder why I always upset her |
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I think to myself what does it matter |
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I wonder now what does it matter? |
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I wonder now what does it matter? |
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Does it matter? |
