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Don't bring that stuff to bed |
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I've gotta fall with a clear head |
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Don't tell me of those mirrors |
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I'll show you what you want to see |
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Pay no mind to those voices |
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I'll show you what you want to hear |
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Of course, it doesn't matter what you see |
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You're beautiful to me |
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It doesn't matter what they say |
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I want you anyway |
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So we live in the city |
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Come over here |
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No, leave on the light |
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Beautiful things get run down |
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There's no more to say |
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To let you know it's alright |
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There's a fine door that you open |
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There's no door |
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There's no option |
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You knew this from the start |
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You made a fist around your heart |
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I don't need to know |
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But she must want to show me |
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It's just for yourself |
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I can't forgive you anything |
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It doesn't matter what you see |
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You're beautiful to me |
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It doesn't matter what they say |
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I want you anyway |
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Don't bring that stuff to bed |
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I'll touch you here |
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Gotta fall with a clear head |
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Does it make you cry? |
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Don't bring that stuff to bed |
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Don't hide those tears |
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Gotta fall with a clear head |
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You know they're alright |