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Woah-whoa-whoa. |
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You don't know. |
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Woah-whoa-whoa. |
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You don't know. |
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You walk around like |
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Baby there's something your missing |
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Hallucinations happenin' in your head |
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This look you're giving me |
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is not a look for kissin' |
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Something I did? |
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Or maybe, something I said? |
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You never know baby, |
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You never know baby, |
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You never know baby, |
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You never know baby |
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You judge a soul |
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By a lie that was told, baby |
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You never know baby |
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You never know |
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Yeah. Woah-whoa-whoa. |
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You don't know. |
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I speak these words, |
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But baby, you don't even listen |
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These things I said just go right through your head |
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I've got my gun but I am low on ammunition |
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I'm like a book that is waiting to be read |
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You ever wonder? |
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Don't you ever wonder baby? |
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Who's spell your under? |
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Don't you ever wonder baby? |
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You ever wonder? |
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Don't you ever wonder baby? |
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Who's got your number? |
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Don't you ever wonder baby? |
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You never know. |
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You don't know. |
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What is all these source of all this |
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Pain that you've been dishin'? |
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Could they be lies, |
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That maybe you've been fed? |
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Consider well, |
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That stream where you've been fishing |
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I'm like a book that is waiting to be read |
