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Now you know that I stood outside your window
Just a little too long what you gonna do
When the hours pass away
And you know that I'm gone
Well it may be a week it maybe a day
I'm six blocks over and I don't know what to say to you
Jokin' 'bout your mother went a little too far
But you caught me out with the others till the early dawn
There may be a time if we play it right
I'm six blocks over and you wanna spend the night with me
Now the hours and the minutes just fly away
You win some and you lose some
You gotta get it right or I'll be saying
Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye...
Thinking about you the way you're holding me down
I'd be better off dead noe you know
That the time is running out on the things we said
Written by:
B. Adams,
J. Vallance,
E. Kagna , P. Dean
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