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Meticulously plotting ebb and flowEndings and beginnings of the rock and rollThe song doesn't fit, but I want to use itI'll show you I'm well roundedAnd my opinions are well groundedAnd it's a song you don't knowBut it shows just how much I want toHold your hand, touch your hairRun to your house holding a boom box in the airI want to hold your hand, touch your hairRun to your house holding a boom box in the airRight up above; This Mixed Tape = LoveI hope there's not a song that some boy put on the last Or a really boring number that you fast forward pastI want to send a message before I run out of spaceI spent all night making the soundtrack to your dayMost are things I never ever had the guts or brains to sayIf I could sing, I'd sing about the way I want toHold your hand, touch your hairRun to your house holding a boom box in the airI want to hold your hand, touch your hairRun to your house holding a boom box in the airRight up above; This Mix Tape = Love Aus Songtexte Mania