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I don't think that passenger seat has ever looked this good to me
He tells me about his night, and I count the colors in his eyes
He'll never fall in love, he swears, as he runs his fingers through his hair
I'm laughing, 'cause I hope he's wrong
And I don't think it ever crossed his mind
He tells a joke, I fake a smile
That I know all his favorite songs
And I could tell you
His favorite color's green
He likes to argue
Born on the seventeenth
His sister's beautiful
He has his father's eyes
And if you asked me if I love him
I'd lie
He looks around the room, innocently overlooks the truth
Shouldn't a light go on? Doesn't he know that I've had him memorized for so long?
He sees everything in black and white, never lets nobody see him cry
I don't let nobody see me wishing he was mine
I could tell you
His favorite color's green
He likes to argue
Born on the seventeenth
His sister's beautiful
He has his father's eyes
And if you asked me if I love him
I'd lie
He stands there, then walks away
My God, if I could only say "I'm holding every breath for you"
He'd never tell you that he can play guitar
I think he can see through everything but my heart
First thought when I wake up is "my God, he's beautiful"
So I put on my make up, and pray for a miracle
Yes, I could tell you
His favorite color's green
He likes to argue
Oh, and it kills me
His sister's beautiful
He has his father's eyes
And if you asked me if I love him
If you asked me if I love him
I'd lie
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