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Every guy wants her,
She's likes wearing his jumper,
But my mind starts to wonder, 
If we weren't so broken,
And a little bit younger,
Had a little bit longer,
To dream of our futures,
Not hear fucking rumours.

And I wanna hold her,
Just to know what her arms feel like.

She don't like the pretty boys, 
And I'm so tired of getting my heart broke,
And I like to run around,
And she likes all the songs i wrote,
And I fell so easily,
But she feels like my antidote.

She's got promiscuous problems,
Her friends like my smile,
And she still acts like a model.
We're so juvenile.
And I cant tell her I'm leaving,
So I'll stay the night,
And she can't tell me she needs,
So I read her mind.

And I wanna kiss her,
Just to know what her lips feels like.

She don't like the pretty boys, 
And I'm so tired of getting my heart broke,
I like to run around,
And she likes all the songs i wrote,
And I fell so easily,
But she feels like my antidote.

Yeh my antidote.
She feels like my antidote

She don't like the pretty boys, 
And I'm so tired of getting my heart broke,
And I like to run around,
And she likes all the songs i wrote,
And I fell so easily,
But she feels like my antidote.

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