"Don't tell anyone,&
"Don't tell anyone," you say,
But it's hard to say anything,
When your mouth takes up mine,
The way it does when we're in your car,
The closest I'll get to heaven,
And the very thing that will send me to hell,
I'm getting too involved,
Because I'm still singing that song in my head,
Everyone knows I'm hung up on you,
But we're casual,
And I don't think I can do this anymore,
Because I love you
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