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I can tell, |
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I can feel |
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I can tell, |
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I can feel, |
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I can see |
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Something is changing |
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To me change is no stranger |
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I don't run, |
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I don't hide |
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I don't run, |
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I don't hide, |
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I don't fight |
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What fate arranges |
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I don't think about danger |
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If it was meant for me |
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I'd know just when to come |
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But if I can take it slow |
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Then I might be in control |
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In the back of my head |
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In the back of my head there is doubt |
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There is suspicion |
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With my new fascination |
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I don't know what it is |
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I don't know what it is, you might say |
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It's intuition |
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It's a true indication |
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I should trust myself |
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I should beware of this |
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But it's like a stranger's kiss |
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And somehow |
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I can't resist |
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I can feel, |
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I can feel, |
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I can feel my will slip away |
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From a strange influenza |
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I can feel, |
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I can feel, |
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I can feel my mind slip away |
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Under your influenza |
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I can feel, |
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I can feel, |
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I can feel my heart slip away |
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Under your influenza |
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There's a part of my heart |
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There's a part of my heart that says stop |
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Please go no further |
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I just can't take the pressure |
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So I try to resist |
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So I try to resist and my heart |
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Tells me don't bother |
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That this pain is a pleasure |
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If I were someone else |
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I wouldn't disagree |
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But it's always hard to see |
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When something's controlling me |
