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You keep tugging on my shirt, |
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just to pull me closer. |
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One single step at a time. |
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Your skin against mine. |
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I can just feel you wondering. |
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Fit to be tied, |
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Fit to be tied. |
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Fit to be, fit to be tied. |
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I feel weak. |
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Thrown in wide open spaces. |
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We turn ourselves inside out, |
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expose what we're afraid to see. |
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And I know what you're thinking. |
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I tell myself. |
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I keep pulling |
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I keep pulling |
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Now grown numb. |
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Petrified, I think. |
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No, no you don't mean it. |
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You simply say it, because you like the way that it sounds |
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I feel weak. |
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Thrown in wide open spaces. |
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We turn ourselves inside out, |
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expose what we're afraid to see. |
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And I know what you're thinking. |
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I feel weak, |
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And I give up. |
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And I give up. |
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Sell it well. |
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C'mon and sell it, sell it. |
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Sell it well. |
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C'mon and sell it, sell it. |
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I feel weak |
