It's not that I don't trust you
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well I just know what you've been up too
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and well this dial tone is agreeing with everything I've had in mind.
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and you've got your high as a kite tricks in the bag.
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so as his eyes move past your shoulder
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and your shades start moving in the same direction
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don't worry I, well I won't say a thing.
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and you can't blame a girl for (you can't blame a girl for)
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stickin' to what she knows..(stickin' to what she knows)
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I hope he takes his time
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and I hope he keeps your eyes closed tight
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I hope that when he leaves,
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you still smell him on your sheets
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cause I can, I can.
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I hope he takes his time
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and I hope he keeps your eyes closed tight
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I hope that when he leaves,
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you still smell him on your sheets
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cause I can, I can.
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if I could get to sleep
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then, I guess you could stop pretendin'.
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cause if I didn't think you loved it,
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well then I wouldn't play along
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and you've got your high as a (you've got your high as a)
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kite tricks in the bag..(kite tricks in the bag)
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I hope he takes his time
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and I hope he keeps your eyes closed tight
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I hope that when he leaves,
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you still smell him on your sheets
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cause I can, I can.
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I hope he takes his time
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and I hope he keeps your eyes closed tight
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I hope that when he leaves,
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you still smell him on your sheets
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cause I can, I can.
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you're down for sellin' me out
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while I play dumb,
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it's cool cause I let you, thought I'd never catch you,
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you'd say "we're only friends." yeah, real good friends, I bet. I bet.
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you're down for sellin' me out
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while I play dumb,
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it's cool cause I let you, thought I'd never catch you,
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you'd say "we're only friends." yeah, real good friends, I bet. I bet.
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you're down for sellin' me out
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while I play dumb,
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it's cool cause I let you, thought I'd never catch you,
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you'd say "we're only friends." yeah, real good friends, I bet. I bet.
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forget your legs around my hips.
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forget your hands pressed on my back.
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forget the letters that I kept.
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this is another I won't send.
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forget your lips, your eyes, your thighs.
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forget our one last kiss goodnight.
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forget me stakin' out your house.
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forget I've got you figured out.
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forget your legs around my hips.
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forget your hands pressed on my back.
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forget the letters that I kept.
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this is another I won't send
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The Ballad Of Sal Villanueva
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| Taking Back Sunday |
