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Ba ba ba |
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You see i met her on a monday |
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And her name was chill |
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From the what-the-hell family's |
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Relation to free will |
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Yeah she circled my circumference |
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Said she had some time to kill |
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Been combing the beach for a beautiful freak |
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And i just might fit the bill |
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She said: |
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Ooh, i think i'm liking you |
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Ooh, do you feel the same way too? |
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I said, ooh, i think i do |
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I said, ooh, i think you're cute |
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I said, ooh, merci beaucoup |
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I said, ooh ooh |
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And maybe i'm calling you baby |
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And i might just say you're my love cliche |
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You're my love cliche |
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You're my love cliche |
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You're my love cliche |
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And i like it that way |
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You're my love cliche |
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You're my love cliche |
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You're my love cliche |
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And i like it that way |
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So we fell in love that summer |
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Underneath the star wars sign |
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Drinking cases of each other |
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And guitar and april wine |
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And we lay down in the alley |
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As the sunlight hit the pine |
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And talked of all things great |
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Like the rose of gertrude stein |
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And we fell in love that summer |
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But it lasted eighteen weeks |
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Used to kiss her on the hummer |
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Now i kiss her on the cheek |
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And i vividly remember |
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In a moment of recline |
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When she whispered in my ear |
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"i think i like both kinds" |
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She said, ooh, i think i do |
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I said, ooh, i think you're cute |
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She said, ooh, merci beaucoup |
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I said, ooh ooh |
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And maybe i'm chasing amy |
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And i might just say you're my love cliche |
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You're my love cliche |
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You're my love cliche |
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You're my love cliche |
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And i like it that way |
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You're my love cliche |
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You're my love cliche |
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You're my love cliche |
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And i like it that way |
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I'm feeling love |
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I'm feeling love |
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I'm feeling love |
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I'm feeling love |
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I'm feeling love |
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I'm feeling love |
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I'm feeling love |
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I'm feeling love |
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So why don't you tell me what's great? |
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When the puck hits the net |
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At the stanley cup game |
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And miles hits the notes |
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When he sketches out of spain |
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And the wedding gets you high |
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From the perfect catering |
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And love makes you lie |
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Even though you bought the ring |
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And you screw with your spine |
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And the minor chord change |
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And the more things change |
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The more they stay the same |
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But i'm looking for your kind |
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Yeah i'll drive through the driving rain |
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'cause what was so wrong |
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From the very beginning |
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That we would have to change |
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You're my love cliche |
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You're my love cliche |
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You're my love cliche |
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And i like it that way |
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You're my love cliche |
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You're my love cliche |
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You're my love cliche |
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And i like it that way |
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And maybe i'm calling you baby, |
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And i might just say you're my love cliche |
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I'm in love |
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I'm in love |
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I'm in love |
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I'm in love |
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I'm in love |
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I'm in love |
