We say I love you every time we hang the phone
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But it's not like you're alone
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A scene as awkward, but not really like an end
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And it's not like we're just friends
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So strange to really like him
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So nice to see the joy that it brings
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Right where you belong, not in these creepy songs with me
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And when we hold that second longer chest to chest
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I can feel your heart beating in your breast
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To see your happiness is your truest gift
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Like when you're on the phone with him and you bite your lip
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So strange to change from a martyr into a person
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Did you know you always helped keep me from slipping?
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Right where you belong, not in these creepy songs with me
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On The Subject Of Her New Gold Star
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| Kind Of Like Spitting |
