THE WAY YOU LOOK ME IN THE EYES
THE WAY YOU CANT TELL LIES
THE WAY YOU KISS AND HOLD
THE WAY YOU ARE STARTING TO GO BOLD
THE WAY YOU LOOK AT ME
THE WAY YOU COUNT TILL THREE
THE WAY YOU ALWAYS SAY GRACE
THE WAY YOU LIKE TO RACE
THE WAY YOU HUG SO TIGHT
AND THE WAY YOU NEVER WANT TO FIGHT
I HATE IT WHEN YOU ARE ALWAYS RIGHT
I HATE IT WHEN YOU HAVE NO INSIGHT
I HATE THE WAY YOU SMILE
AND WHEN YOU IGNORE ME FOR A WHILE
I HATE IT WHEN YOU PRETEND
AND
I
HATE
THAT
THIS
IS
OUR
END! ! ! !
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