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Well I wander around and you push me away |
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You knew damn well that I'd run back someday |
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Over you, over you |
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Now I'm waiting alone in a Paris hotel |
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I look pretty good and feel just like hell |
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Over you, over you, over you, over you |
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Now I'm wasting my time, |
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Losing my mind, |
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I'm not sleeping enough |
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Drinking too much French wine |
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It was all second guessing |
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Always my trouble |
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Finding myself |
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The boy in the bubble |
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Over you, over you, over you, over you |
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Time is all we got |
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Well you can't wait any more |
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Can you now? |
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Why wouldn't I ask? |
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But I do my best to figure this thing out |
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This hotel's got flowers |
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And it's got heroin |
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Just like we wait for the gun to begin |
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The gas that you gave me |
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Thousands of miles |
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Give 'em all back |
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Just to see you smile |
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Over you, over you, over you, over you, |
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Over you, over you, over you, over you |
