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Showing you how
La, I've got to tell you I'll make it better. But I know there's something I needed to say when I was out. So maybe you were better alone, I know I'll make it home. She told me sweet thing, run a labour in your shoes. Touch me 'till I follow in love. I want to help her but maybe we were better alone. I want to show you how and then we walked out make it made now. I said I want it but I'm never alone. I want to show you maybe we were something uncool. I want to make you sing.

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