I live on the west side,
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In this quiet little loft.
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5000 square feet,
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Maybe little's a little off.
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But it's still cozy,
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Having parties all the time.
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Friends waiting in line to get in.
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She live on the east side,
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In this gigantic studio.
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300 square feet,
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Ok it's small but it's still a place to go.
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And we'll meet up in the middle for coffee
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Ok I'll get a protein shake, she'll have a coffee cake
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And maybe she's quirky
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Maybe she's great
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Maybe I like her
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And maybe it's fate.
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Just maybe
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Just maybe
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And her schools down town,
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Private and pretentious.
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Mines uptown,
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Public and contentious.
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But we'll meet up in the middle,
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For dinner
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She'll get something an franca I'll get a PB&J
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And maybe she's perfect
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And maybe she's strange
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Maybe I love her
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But maybe that'll change
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Just maybe
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Just maybe
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The cliche will set in
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And she'll say it's not you it's me
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And the tribe will relapse
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And your love will collapse
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Without a second to see
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What happened
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What happened
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And maybe it's over
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And maybe she's through
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Maybe she moved on
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But you can't say the same for you
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Just maybe
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Just maybe...
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Just Maybe
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| Max Schneider |
