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Holding my breath |
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For almost a whole month |
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If I held your breath |
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At least we would touch |
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Keeping from you |
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Keeps me from sleep |
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It's just this bad beat |
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That I just can't keep |
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Oh, girl it's true |
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I can never be away from you |
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It's like you gloss your lips with glue |
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Oh, we kiss and |
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I am stuck to you |
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My heart's on the floor |
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My feet feel like lead |
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I'd quit the tour |
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But I'm already dead |
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Our only connection |
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Is synthetically |
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We show our affection |
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Electronically |
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Oh, girl it's true |
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I can never be away from you |
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It's like you gloss your lips with glue |
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Oh, we kiss and |
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I am stuck to you |
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We lock lips and throw the key out |
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Till it slips that |
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I must leave town |
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Our love reaches across oceans |
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To your beaches, lonely notions |
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Oh, girl it's true |
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I can never be away from you |
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It's like you gloss your lips with glue |
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Oh, we kiss and |
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I am stuck to you |
