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I meant to Call You Back, but I ran out of data.
Real eyes, realize, real lies. Better be straight.
Makers gonna make.
Once bitten, twice shy.
Easy like Sunday Morning.
Love 'em and leave 'em, there's really only room for one.
The Loverboy wants everyone to know you’re his.
Be my ride or die, I'll go anywhere with you.