The love letters that lead to bliss,
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Embracing, youthful, love's first kiss,
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Stops after school, the parents are fooled,
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Thinking they'll be home so soon,
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She waits for him in parking lots and hallways everyday,
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And he smiles anticipating, thinking of the words to say.
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Then it begins this absurd parade,
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Such an unproductive way to behave,
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The accusations are unending,
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Tiring, no more listening.
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I wish I never read his name written on your notebook,
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I wish I didn't break my neck to take another look,
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I wish I never held your hand, I wish I never knew your name,
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Or I just wish that from the day we met nothing ever, ever changed
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Then you put your hands on my face,
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Pink roses and red valentine lace,
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You're dancing like hot dripping wax,
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Like your fingertips running up my back,
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The truest parts of the feeling, feeling within
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skinned by insecurities in him,
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will no longer retort to the truth,
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This half-decade charade of wasted youth.
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Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! I'm dying. <i>[4x]
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I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm dying.
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Please don't say the words he screams, please don't let go,
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Please don't cut me up again just to turn and go,
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How many ways can I say I care?
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Run my fingers through your silky hair,
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Look up and see the pale skin of your back as you walk away again,
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Look up and see the pale skin of your back as you walk away,
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The ring's been set in the shape of her finger,
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Still on and off the torment that lingers,
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Going through and falling again,
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Where are we going? Where have we been?
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It's so much simpler then we make it,
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Fearing the other one can fake it,
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Tears and sweat and lips again,
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I wonder if she'll stay with him.
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The words we share are nothing short of inspired,
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I love you's and I miss you's across a telephone wire,
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She says she never thinks of another,
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I wonder if she's a liar, yeah.
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If You Like Me Check Yes, If You Don't I'll Die
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