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Jag antar att det kallas för kärlek.
Du får tiden att stanna, och jag glömmer bort att tänka. Du får mig att skratta och le. Jag kan vara mig själv med dig. Du vet säkert inte att jag skriver om dig just nu, men det gör inte så mycket. Jag ville bara att du skulle veta det här.
Me and you.
I better laugh in twenty years from now.
With some perspective and dedication,
I will find somebody new.
It better be someone special.
He better be coming very soon.
It better be for real this time.
Oh I know, it always was with you.
You or no one.
I hope I'm wrong before I die of boredom.
I want more than,
days and nights when I amuse,
myself alone.
He better be someone special.
He better be devoted just like you.
It better be for real this time.
Oh I know, it always was with you.
You, you, with you.
Friends forever, oh no.
Another girl will change your mind.
In less than half the summer.
So before you fall in love, I wonder,
when you asked for,
something that I couldn't give you,
more of.
Me and you.
I talk as if it's now but nothing is new.
She better be someone special.
She better be more in love than me.
And if I was your brightest hour.
She is now, as far as I can see, see.
As far as I can see.
As far as I can see.
She better be.
She better be.
She better be.
She better be.
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