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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 down 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 (Uh oh)
Trying to the (Uh oh)
Trying to write a classic (Uh oh)
Don’t you know, don’t you know, don’t you know (Uh oh)
Waste bin full of (uh oh)
Clever rhymes, see you later
These words are my own
From my heart flown
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
no other way
To better say
I love you, I love you
some Byron, and Keats
Resided in a Hip hop beat
I’m having trouble saying what I mean
With dead and drum machines
You know I had some studio time booked
But I couldn’t a killer hook
Now you’re the bar right up
Nothing I write is ever good (enough)
are my own
From my heart flown
I love you, I love you, I love you, I you
There’s no other way
To say
I love you, I love you
words are my own
my flown
I you, I love you, I love you, I love you
There’s no other way
To say
I love you, I love you
I’m getting off my stage
The curtains away
No hyper bowl to hide behind
My soul exposes
...
(Uh oh) Trying to find the magic (Uh oh)
Trying to write a classic (Uh oh)
Waste bin of (Uh oh)
Clever rhymes, see you later
These words are my own
From my heart flown (don't you know)
I love you, I you, I love you, I love you
There’s no other way
To better say
I love you, I love you, I you
are my own
From my heart flown
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
There’s no way
To say
I love you, I love you, I love you
These words are my own
They're from my heart
I love you, I love you
That's all I've got to say
Can't of a way
That's all I've got to say
I love you is that ok
Threw some chords together
The D-E-F
Is who I am, is what I do
No one’s gonna let it down 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 (Uh oh)
Trying to the (Uh oh)
Trying to write a classic (Uh oh)
Don’t you know, don’t you know, don’t you know (Uh oh)
Waste bin full of (uh oh)
Clever rhymes, see you later
These words are my own
From my heart flown
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
no other way
To better say
I love you, I love you
some Byron, and Keats
Resided in a Hip hop beat
I’m having trouble saying what I mean
With dead and drum machines
You know I had some studio time booked
But I couldn’t a killer hook
Now you’re the bar right up
Nothing I write is ever good (enough)
are my own
From my heart flown
I love you, I love you, I love you, I you
There’s no other way
To say
I love you, I love you
words are my own
my flown
I you, I love you, I love you, I love you
There’s no other way
To say
I love you, I love you
I’m getting off my stage
The curtains away
No hyper bowl to hide behind
My soul exposes
...
(Uh oh) Trying to find the magic (Uh oh)
Trying to write a classic (Uh oh)
Waste bin of (Uh oh)
Clever rhymes, see you later
These words are my own
From my heart flown (don't you know)
I love you, I you, I love you, I love you
There’s no other way
To better say
I love you, I love you, I you
are my own
From my heart flown
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
There’s no way
To say
I love you, I love you, I love you
These words are my own
They're from my heart
I love you, I love you
That's all I've got to say
Can't of a way
That's all I've got to say
I love you is that ok
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