| Joanna, you know I love you
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| And the way that you love me too
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| So I decided to write a poem
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| Of all the silly things that we do Like making a list of all 50 states
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| Visiting each and every one
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| Or saying the same things at the same time
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| As if we both had known
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| Let’s talk about the ???
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| That you put in your dark hanky
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| And the way that it creeps me out
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| And the fact that we have never gotten ready
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| Without wearing the same thing
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| And «ing lines from Casper
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| Like a whisper, «can I keep you?»
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| Making beds out on the floor
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| And staying up til we can’t take anymore
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| I love the way that you need your coffee
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| And I wake up early just to get it for you
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| And Yaya can read our fortunes
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| From the Greek grounds that you grew up with
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| We’re screaming out words like s’agapo
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| To the way I love each and every toe
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| And when I’m with you
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| It’s like the whole world
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| Is going faster
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| And you and I Are on some ocean
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| We just stare at each other
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| While the whole world
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| Spins around and around
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| And for our PJs where we just never leave them
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| Every day is a lazy one
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| When we’re together there’s just no one to impress
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| It’s just our love, our cuddles, comfort
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| And don’t forget our happiness
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| Do you remember our trip to (Crescent?)
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| Taking ferries and just driving for hours
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| And walking through the haunted forests
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| And crossing the man-made bridge
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| Just to be turned away because we didn’t have change
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| And didn’t go cause we wanted to live
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| Me being crazy, running red lights
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| And the best Wendy’s in the world
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| And I remember forgetting that anything existed
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| Except my smile and my girl
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| So what I’m trying to say is that
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| Joanna, you know I love you
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| And I just always, I just always will
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| So every time that I am far away
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| I want you to listen to this song
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| And know that I’ll be there for you
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| No matter what things we may go through
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| And that being on the other side of the world
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| Could never stop me from coming home to my girl
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| Woah, oh, Joanna |