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Maybe it's the English summer |
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Maybe it's the atmosphere |
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But it's got me seeing stars when I'm with you |
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Maybe this is all theatrics |
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Maybe it's very clear |
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That I'm dripping over your every single move |
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And there's an animal inside of me |
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And he's feeding off every word you say |
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He pulls my hair, he coerces me |
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Into a world where romance is just a game |
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This awkward feeling is getting in the way |
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Maybe it's about your future |
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Maybe it's about your past |
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But sweetheart, it's just the present that needs some glue |
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Maybe I should play the percentage, yeah |
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Maybe I should do the math |
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Cause on paper I'm way too soft a touch for you |
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And there's an animal inside of me |
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And he's feeding off every word you say |
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He pulls my hair, he coerces me |
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Into a world where romance is just a game |
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And there's an animal inside of me |
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And he's feeding off every word you say |
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He pulls my hair, he coerces me |
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Into a world where romance is just a game |
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And this awkward feeling is getting in the way |
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And this awkward feeling is getting in the way |
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And this awkward feeling, is begging for you to stay |
