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Oh you, you come to me
Oh so perfectly, yeah, yeah
So perfectly made

And you're all that you are
And you're all that you said
You're so exquisitely bred
Oh babe, what more can I say

So yeah, yeah, I guess it's alright
Yeah, no, no, I guess it's alright whatever
Yeah no, no, I guess it's alright
So yeah, yeah, I guess it's alright whatever

And I, I hate you for
For letting me fall for you
Just like a fool

And now I'm all psyching out, yeah
Hmm, 'cause all were about
Is this ugly phone and it's all I have
To look forward to, yeah, yeah

So yeah, yeah, I guess it's alright
Yeah, no, no, I guess it's alright whatever
Yeah no, no, I guess it's alright
So yeah, yeah, I guess it's alright whatever

Dreaming, of you lyin' in my bed
Just like how we were just days before
Oh just leave me, just get out of my head
'Cause I cant take this torture any more
No no any more, any more

You're so far away, yeah
Why are you so far away, yeah
You're so far away, yeah
Why are you so far away, yeah from me

So yeah, yeah, I guess it's alright
Yeah, no, no, I guess it's alright whatever
Yeah no, no, I guess it's alright
So, I guess it's alright whatever

Yeah, yeah, I guess it's alright
So, I guess it's alright whatever
Yeah, I guess it's alright
No, I guess it's alright whatever