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Taking your time, |
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Answering eyes, |
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And you're thinking of why |
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Instead of about. |
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And it's taking up time, |
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You never had. |
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And you're making up like, |
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Nothing is said. |
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There were all these cries, |
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And don't ask whys, |
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A kiss will never taste like goodbye. |
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And it's almost fine, |
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But all this time, |
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The feeling is so hard to deny. |
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Why not till it's over? |
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You're just a miserable girl, |
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Trapped in a healthy body. (x2) |
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You're such a catholic girl, |
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Trapped in a guilty body. |
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Taking your time, |
|
Answering eyes, |
|
And you're thinking of why |
|
Instead of about. |
|
And it's taking up time, |
|
You never had. |
|
And you're making up like, |
|
Nothing is said. |
|
There were all these cries, |
|
And don't ask whys, |
|
A kiss will never taste like goodbye. |
|
And it's almost fine, |
|
But all this time, |
|
The feeling is so hard to deny. |
|
Why not till it's over? |
|
Until it's over. |
|
You're just a miserable girl, |
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Trapped in a healthy body. (x3) |
|
You're such a catholic girl, |
|
Trapped in a guilty body. |
|
You're just a miserable girl, |
|
Trapped in a healthy body. |
|
You're such a catholic girl, |
|
Trapped in a guilty body. |
