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Turning into something I can't cope |
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With not having |
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Stop, stop it |
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Could I put my hands up |
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And ask that you stop |
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Do I need to be in love |
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I'm lost when it's just me |
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With only a hope to make |
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You happy enough to stay |
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Return the words, the looks |
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I give you like they're falling out of me |
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Seconds change |
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And at the end |
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Your face is inerasable |
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True, I need to be in love |
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I'm lost when it's just me |
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With only a hope to make |
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You happy enough |
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Do I need to be in love |
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What is there otherwise from loving |
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Just takes a face |
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To make everything else erase |
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Stop, stop it |
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Could I put my hands up |
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And ask that you stop |