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She comes walking down the street |
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That's the kind, hey, |
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That's the kind I want to meet |
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I think I'm making it up |
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I should be putting it down |
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and it's beginning to show |
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I get it fixed in my head |
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and it won't let go |
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Oh, I can't help myself |
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when I feel this way |
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I want to be someone else |
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When I get this feeling |
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it gets in my system |
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I can't put the brakes on |
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Now she's walking next to me |
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that's the place, yeah, |
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that's the place I want to be |
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I think I'm making it up |
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I should be putting it down |
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and it's beginning to show |
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I get it fixed in my head |
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and it won't let go |