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People Come To New York To Be Different, But I Go To Starbucks To Be The Same.

I Wanted To Talk To Someone. But Who? It’s Moments Like This, When You Need Someone The Most, That Your World Seems Smallest.

The Handwriting Was A Girl’s. I Mean, You Can Tell. That Enchanted Cursive.

It's The Great Male Fantasy-all It Takes Is One Dance To Know That She's The One. All It Takes Is The Sound Of Her Song From The Tower, Or A Look At Her Sleeping Face. And Right Away You Know-this Is The Girl In Your Head, Sleeping Or Dancing Or Singing In Front Of You. Yes, Girls Want Princes, But Boys Want Their Princesses Just As Much.

You Should Never Wish For Wishful Thinking.