| We were both young when I first saw you
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| I close my eyes, and the flashback starts
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| I’m standing there
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| On a balcony in summer air
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| See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns
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| See you make your way through the crowd
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| And say, «hello»
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| Little did I know
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| That you were Romeo, you were throwing pebbles
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| And my daddy said, «stay away from Juliet»
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| And I was crying on the staircase
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| Begging you, «please don’t go,»
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| You Belong With Me
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| Can’t you could see that I’m the one who understands you?
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| Been here all along, so why can’t you see?
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| You belong with me
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| Standing by and waiting at your back door
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| All this time how could you not know, baby?
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| You belong with me, you belong with me
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| Our Song
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| I was walking up the front porch steps
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| After everything that day
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| Had gone all wrong and been trampled on
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| And lost and thrown away
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| Got to the hallway, well on my way
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| To my lovin' bed
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| I almost didn’t notice all the roses
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| And the note that said
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| Mean
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| Someday, I’ll be living in a big old city
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| And all you’re ever gonna be is mean
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| Someday, I’ll be big enough so you can’t hit me
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| And all you’re ever gonna be is mean
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| Why you gotta be so mean?
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| We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| You called me up again tonight, but
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| This time, I’m telling you, I’m telling you
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| We are never, ever, ever getting back together
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| We are never, ever, ever getting back together
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| You go talk to your friends, talk to my friends, talk to me
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| But we are never, ever, ever, ever getting back together
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| I Knew You Were Trouble
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| I knew you were trouble when you walked in
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| So, shame on me now
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| Flew me to places I’d never been
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| 'Til you put me down, oh
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| I knew you were trouble when you walked in
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| So, shame on me now
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| Flew me to places I’d never been
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| And now I’m lying on the cold hard ground
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| Oh, oh-oh
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| Trouble, trouble, trouble
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| Oh, oh-oh
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| Trouble, trouble, trouble
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| Red
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| Losing him was blue like I’d never known
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| Missing him was dark grey, all alone
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| Forgetting him was like
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| Trying to know somebody you never met
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| All Too Well
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| 'Cause there we are again in the middle of the night
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| We’re dancing round the kitchen in the refrigerator light
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| Down the stairs, you were there, you remember it all too well
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| And, you call me up again just to break me like a promise
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| So casually cruel in the name of being honest
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| It was rare, I was there, I remember it all too well
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| Red
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| And that’s why he’s spinning 'round in my head
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| Comes back to me, burning red
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| Why he’s spinning 'round in my head
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| Comes back to me, burning red |