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Tina's Song
03:08
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I tried to make a joke when you stopped to say hello
It came out backwards, I guess that's why I'm all alone
But you still asked me for my number
Made another bad joke, you never even bothered
It's ok, it's super typical
Another awkward mistake, I try to forget those
Some night when I can't sleep, then I'll remember
Feeling sorry for myself alone in my bedroom
But I got a friend, he's wearing his favorite hat,
See him once a week, just once a week and leave it at that
Laying in the grass it's easy to lose track of the time
I think I'm late, but he's telling me I'm alright
I ran into you again I felt so dumb
The lump in my throat beats like a drum
I think my palms start to sweat when I get embarrassed
Don't shake my hand don't shake my hand, I know you couldn't care less
It's ok, brush it off, I bet he didn't notice
The coffee stain on my shirt's just a little bonus
I think he saw me, I was staring at his dumb tattoo
After that hand shake I just didn't know what to do
But I got a friend, he's wearing his favorite hat,
See him once a week, just once a week and leave it at that
Laying in the grass it's easy to lose track of the time
I think I'm late, but he's telling me I'm alright
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