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Well, I'm walking on the floor |
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Hanging right round the door |
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Hoping you will come through |
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Wanting you to, sweat on my brow |
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I'm no saint |
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Nothing left but a bad excuse |
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The heat makes you do things |
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You might just not do |
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In your right mind |
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But you'll do what you do |
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You can be sure I'll be there |
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It's gonna take these arms of mine |
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All that they've got to hold onto you |
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All that I know is these arms of mine |
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Are willing to try to keep hold of you |
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Gonna take a whole, whole, whole lot |
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A whole, whole, whole lot |
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Well I'm walking the line |
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Between wrong and right |
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I could go either way |
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But now you don't want me to stay |
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You're so tired of waiting |
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Well I'm no saint |
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Tried to have my cake and eat it too |
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But nobody does what you do |
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Now another wins and I lose |
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I might deserve to |
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Now you'll do what you do |
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Might be too late but I'll tell you |
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It's gonna take these arms of mine |
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All that they've got to hold onto you |
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All that I know is these arms of mine |
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Are willing to try to keep hold of you |
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Gonna hold, hold, hold on |
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Hold, hold, hold on |
