I never liked this apple much
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It always seemed too big to touch
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I can't remember how I found
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My way before she came around
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I tell everyone
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I smile just because
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I've got a city love
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I found it in Lydia
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And I can't remember life before her name
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She keeps a toothbrush at my place
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As if I had the extra space
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She steals my clothes to wear to work
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I know - her hairs are on my shirts
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I tell everyone
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I smile just because
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I've got a city love
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I found it in Lydia
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And I can't remember life before
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The day
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She called up and came to me
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Covered in rain
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And dinnertime shadowing
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And as her clothes spun, we spooned
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And I knew I was through
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When I said "I love you"
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Friday evening, we've been drinking
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2 AM, I swear I might propose
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but we close the tab
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split a cab
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and call each other up when we get home
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falling asleep to the sound
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of sirens
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I've got a city love
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I found it in Lydia
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From the battery
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To the gallery
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It's the kind of thing you only see
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In scented, glossy magazines
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And I can't remember life before her name
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City Love Mayer
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| John Mayer |
