he was a skater boy, she said 'see you later, boy';he wasn't good enaugh for her.Now he's a superstar,slamming on his guitar, did your pretty face see what he's worth?
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The things I do for love.
When words became unimportant
That was when I understood
I was happy to have met you.
And somewhere in that time,
Silenty and softly, like feathers,
The snow began to fall.
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