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    He drove her home last friday night
    Another date, another stupid fight
    He tried to make up, just one embrace
    She slammed the cry door, slammed it in his face
    Now he's running through the lawn, he's trying to catch her before she's gone...
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    No more waiting by the phone, She's not afraid just to be alone
    Boy's Don't, Boy's Don't Matter
    She's going out with all her friends, She's starting to feel free again
    She's said Boys Don't, Boy's Don't matter
    She's been so hurt, He's been so mean
    Smacks her around like she's a tambourine
    Its her time to laugh, its her time to sing
    Now its her time to just try anything
    Now she's running through his mind he's wondering why she said goodbye

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