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I can't understand
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After everything that we planned,
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How you could turn around to me and
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whisper goodbye. Well I've been dropped before
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But not so high off the floor
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And I just can't seem to pick myself up
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again. If it's something that I said
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That made you feel this way,
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Then I take back every word from the first
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hello, But most likely I know.
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Your parents said baby no
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And the boy you told your friends about
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just had to go. Well it's a white town
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with green trees. And nothing in love is free
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So if it's not worth fighting for It's worth nothing at all.
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White Town
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| White Town |
