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People's faces blend together |
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Like a watercolor you can't remember in time |
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Were you coming to me to tell me you're a man? |
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You got a look 'bout you, baby, too [?] |
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[Chorus] |
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Out of all of the change in the game that I play (Game I play) |
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But I see that you're leaving, what can I say? (What can I say?) |
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It's the game that I play |
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Would would say I often try |
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To leave my thoughts of you behind? |
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Were you coming to me to tell me you're a man? |
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Take a look 'round you, baby, think that you're a fan? |
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[Chorus] |
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I'd like to go there sometime |
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Just to know what you're thinking |
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I guess the choice now is mine |
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Hard to know where we've been |
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In this marsh [?] |
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In this marsh [?] |
