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(difford/tilbrook) |
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You infiltrate my every hour |
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You bug me like a flea |
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I only wish i had the power |
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To cut you free of me |
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Like some crustacean on my hull |
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You stick with me and make life dull |
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How can i make you see |
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I'm in love with you |
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You typify the things to me |
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That i no longer do |
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So get a grip and let me be |
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And my life will improve |
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Leave me alone, get off my case |
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You're always there right in my face |
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But that is nothing new |
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I'm so in love with you |
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It's funny how i loved you like |
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The bottle at my lips |
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And when i fell off of my bike |
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My life had been eclipsed |
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By all the grief and disbelief there at your finger |
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At your fingertips |
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You hoover up the very words |
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I choose to throw away |
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I know some people never learn |
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So how can i complain |
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You hiss at me and make me shake |
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Like some old grumpy rattlesnake |
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Let's think this through again |
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I'm so in love with you |