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Aching to be in the room 'cos no one can tell me just what to do |
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And everything's going my way a little too much these days |
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I just don't know what to do |
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I just don't know what to do |
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I just can't think enough of you |
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I can't think enough of you |
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Aching to feel Satan's breath over my shoulder |
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Saying, "Your demise will be so sweet for the delicate minds that you've disrupted like beehives" |
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I just don't know what to do |
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I just don't know what to do |
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I just can't think enough of you |
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I can't think enough of you |
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I can't think enough of you |
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Henry I, I don't know what to do |
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Let us take a walk and talk about the songs that we'll write for one another |
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And drink mochas with marsh mellows and make snow people in New Zealand |
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Should I overcome this? |
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Have I over sung this? |
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Could this be my big break? |
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Oh who knows for heavens sake? |
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Aching over because lovers say that everything's ok, when it's not |
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But are you different do you love me or will you hate me when, when I'm gone? X 2 |
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I just can't think enough of you |
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I can't think enough of you |
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I can't think enough of you |
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Henry I , I just don't know what to do |
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Let us take a walk and talk about the songs that we'll write for one another |
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And make mochas with marsh mellows and make snow people in New Zealand |
