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Blue jeans, white shirt
Walked into the room you know you made my eyes burn
It was like, James Dean - for sure
You so fresh to death and sick as ca-cancer
You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hop
But you fit me better than my favorite sweater, and I know
That love is mean, and love hurts
But I still remember that day we met in December, oh baby!
I will love you till the end of time
I would wait a million years
Promise you'll remember that you're mine
Baby can you see through the tears
Love you more, than those b*tches before
Say you'll remember, oh baby, say you'll remember
I will love you till the end of time...
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