| Don’t
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| Don’t look in my direction
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| I’m not looking for affection
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| I’m just licking my wounds
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| But
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| My eyes are still open
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| 'Cause I know if I close them
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| I might miss someone like you
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| Was running from another
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| Was trying to find cover
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| Ran right into you
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| Might have lost a finger
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| But I still have 9 fingers
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| With which I can love you
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| Well, dear
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| Well, you caught me in an off year, yeah
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| There’s nothing going on here
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| I’m just catching my breath
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| So, if
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| If there’s something you’re chasing
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| Well then keep on racing
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| I’ll still love you to death
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| Yeah, to death
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| Was running from another
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| Was trying to find cover
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| Ran right into you
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| Might have lost a finger
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| But I still have 9 fingers
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| With which I can love you |