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Oh, don't speak to me. I don't wanna know. |
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Oh, don't speak to me. I don't wanna know. Oh. |
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There's always been something 'bout the way you say my name, it arouse me off, |
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It sets me back and forth again. |
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There's always been something 'bout the way you're not quite there, |
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And still you're everywhere my messy mind has ever been. |
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Oh, don't speak to me. I don't wanna know. |
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Oh, don't speak to me. I don't wanna know. Oh. |
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There's always been something 'bout the way I look around. I'm never satisfied. |
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When life is good, I'm looking down. |
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There's always been something 'bout the way I try so hard and still don't give a shit |
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Just slow the wind, don't have to quit. |
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Oh, don't speak to me. I don't wanna know. |
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Oh, don't speak to me. I don't wanna know. Oh. |
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You give me so much. You give me so much. You give me so much. |
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You give me so much. You give me so much. You give me so much. |
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You give me so much. You give me so much. You give me so much. |
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You give me so much. You give me so much. You give me so much |
