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It's not that simple |
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To stand in front of you |
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Stripped down till there's nothing left |
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But my most privat view |
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It's not that simple, ey |
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Cause I've got my suspicions |
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When you tell me that I'm beautiful |
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I don't wanna listen |
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I've heard it all before |
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But i cannot ignore |
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CHORUS |
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Somehow you're breaking down my walls |
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Even whit thes guarded heart |
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Somehow you're breaking down my walls |
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And I feel I'm falling hard |
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I hear you saying |
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That you're the one for me |
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And I'm the girl you see whit you |
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In all your midnight dreams |
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It's not that simple, ey |
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Cause at night when I'm in bed |
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A picture something different than |
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What's been inside your head |
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I do, I feel adoread |
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And I cannot ignore |
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CHORUS |
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Hard as a wave crushing into the sand |
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Cleaving out the castles little kids built by hand |
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Hard as a rock as it is to believe |
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Somehow you're breaking down my walls, hey |
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CHORUS |
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It's not that simple |
