I¡¯m just getting over this
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My fingers are arguing over which
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One of them gets to climb down your wrist
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Introduce themselves to yours first
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I try to make sense of this
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Cause my lips are starting to make a list
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Of all of the things that they seem to have missed
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Before the day that they met yours
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Oh but, how many lives have we
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How many lives have we
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How many lives have we led
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You¡¯re just getting over him
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Your eyes are shining
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But oh so dim
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I heard he tore you apart limb from limb
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You promise it wasn¡¯t the worst
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And I hope there¡¯s enough for you
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Cause my love is bleeding and slightly bruised
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You be the page and then I¡¯ll be the glue
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Come here, I¡¯ll show you it hurts
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Forget all the times that you sat felt sorry for yourself
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Cause that¡¯s done
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I hope that you¡¯re falling for me and not just for my wealth
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Cause there¡¯s none
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My heart¡¯s speeding up so I think that we should take it slow
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Oh no, I
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Think we should try to see just how far this thing can go
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Oh, oh
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I¡¯m just getting over her
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It¡¯s funny cause I thought I was so sure
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You be the patient and I¡¯ll be the cure
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Ain¡¯t that just the way that it goes
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Oh but, how many lives have we
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How many lives have we
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How many lives have we led
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Many Lives
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| Andrew Belle |
