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These Words 
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by Natasha Bedingfield
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These are my own
Threw some chords together
The D-E-F
Is who I am, is what I do
No one’s gonna let it for you
I try to focus my attention
But I feel so A-D-D
I need some help, some inspiration
But it’s not coming easily (Uh oh)
Trying to find the (Uh oh)
Trying to write a classic (Uh oh)
you know, don’t you know, you know (Uh oh)
bin full of (uh oh)
Clever rhymes, see you later
are my own
From my flown
I love you, I love you, I love you, I you
There’s no other way
To better say
I love you, I love you
Read some Byron, Shelly and Keats
Resided in over a Hip hop beat
I’m having trouble saying what I mean
With dead poets and drum machines
You I had studio booked
But I couldn’t find a killer hook
Now raise the bar right up
Nothing I write is ever good (enough)
These words are my own
my heart flown
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
There’s no way
To better say
I love you, I you
words are my own
my flown
I love you, I love you, I you, I you
no other way
To better say
I love you, I love you
I’m off my stage
The curtains pull away
No hyper bowl to hide behind
My naked soul exposes
...
(Uh oh) Trying to find the (Uh oh)
Trying to write a classic (Uh oh)
Waste bin of paper (Uh oh)
rhymes, see you later
are my own
From my heart (don't you know)
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
There’s no way
To better say
I love you, I love you, I you
These words are my own
From my flown
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
There’s no other way
To better say
I love you, I you, I you
These are my own
They're from my heart
I love you, I love you
That's all I've got to say
Can't think of a way
That's all I've got to say
I love you is ok
Threw some chords together
The D-E-F
Is who I am, is what I do
No one’s gonna let it for you
I try to focus my attention
But I feel so A-D-D
I need some help, some inspiration
But it’s not coming easily (Uh oh)
Trying to find the (Uh oh)
Trying to write a classic (Uh oh)
you know, don’t you know, you know (Uh oh)
bin full of (uh oh)
Clever rhymes, see you later
are my own
From my flown
I love you, I love you, I love you, I you
There’s no other way
To better say
I love you, I love you
Read some Byron, Shelly and Keats
Resided in over a Hip hop beat
I’m having trouble saying what I mean
With dead poets and drum machines
You I had studio booked
But I couldn’t find a killer hook
Now raise the bar right up
Nothing I write is ever good (enough)
These words are my own
my heart flown
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
There’s no way
To better say
I love you, I you
words are my own
my flown
I love you, I love you, I you, I you
no other way
To better say
I love you, I love you
I’m off my stage
The curtains pull away
No hyper bowl to hide behind
My naked soul exposes
...
(Uh oh) Trying to find the (Uh oh)
Trying to write a classic (Uh oh)
Waste bin of paper (Uh oh)
rhymes, see you later
are my own
From my heart (don't you know)
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
There’s no way
To better say
I love you, I love you, I you
These words are my own
From my flown
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
There’s no other way
To better say
I love you, I you, I you
These are my own
They're from my heart
I love you, I love you
That's all I've got to say
Can't think of a way
That's all I've got to say
I love you is ok
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