One. She prefers the night to day
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Two. She never calls me when she says
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Three. Her motorcycle riding to the South
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Four. The way she puts her fingers in her mouth
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Five. Running just in time to miss our train
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Six. The old park bench is where we scratched our names
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Seven. She says do or die
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Seven reasons why
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Eight. Her swirling hips and lips of ice
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Nine. Consumes the hopes of all men dressed in black and flame
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Ten. Oh she ain't got the time to speak
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Eleven. She leaves the pie and always, always eats her greens
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Twelve. Well she cries do or die
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Twelve reasons why
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Yeah, I love, I love, I love her
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Oh twelve reasons why,
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Twelve reasons why I wrote this love song
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It's off the cuff,
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I jotted down a shopping list of love, love, love, love, love, love, love
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Can buy the doctor's
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Love things I can touch
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Yeah....
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12 Reasons Why I Love Her
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| My Life Story |
