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| She is not a saint, and she is not what you think she's an actress, she is better known for the things that she does on the matress... | |
| You were in college working part time waiting tables... | |
| You stood there infront of me just close enough to touch, close enough to hope you couldn't see what i was thinking... | |
| Tell me how's your family i haven't seen them in a while... | |
| and she is yelling at a bridesmade, somewhere back inside a room wearing a gown shaped like a pastery... | |
| and i lived in your chess game, but you changed the rules everyday.. | |
| Someday i'll be living in a big old city... | |
| | Line of the song | Name on the song |
| People would say we're the lucky ones... | |
| don't make her drop you off around the block, cause remember that she is getting older too... | |
| There I was again forcing laughter, faking smiles... | |
| your string of lights is still bright to me... | |
| You and i walk a fragile line and i've known it all this time... | |
| your name forever the name on my lips... | |
| The end of a decade but the start of an age... | |
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