| I didn’t know which way was up
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| Which way was down
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| Handstands and cartwheels on the bed
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| Just to taint us from running
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| You can try if you want to
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| Try holding your breath
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| But you deny what you want
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| And you’re just fooling yourself
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| Both of my hands are on the wheel
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| You watch the road
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| Trashed all the maps along the way
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| But I know the places you need to go
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| You cry if you want to
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| You can smile
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| You can lie
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| But you deny what you want
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| And it’ll keep coming back
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| Glued to the floor
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| I’m not sure why I’m here
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| There’s a sign on your door
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| Sayin' no nobody’s in
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| But I’m in the mood for lovin' you
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| Like I used to
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| Cut glass and gravel underfoot
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| But we find our flow
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| Handstands and somersaults
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| Ahead as the feeling come and go
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| And you can try if you want to
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| Try and keep in all down
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| But you deny that it hurts
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| And it’ll keep coming 'round
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| Glued to the floor
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| I’m not sure why I’m here
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| There’s a sign on your door
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| Sayin' no nobody’s in
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| But I’m in the mood for lovin' you
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| Like I used to |