| I stand accused
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| of loving you too much
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| And I hope
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| it’s not a crime
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| Because I’m guilty
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| of loving you
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| Did you know
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| touch of your hand
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| I find myself on the witness stand
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| Shouting out all over the land
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| Hey all, I’m guilty
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| of loving you
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| And thought you belong to another
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| and I may not stand a ghost of a chance
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| Listen, baby
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| I tell the world that I love you
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| And there I’m a victim of circumstance
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| Stop spin through the guilty
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| of loving you
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| And thought you belong to another
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| Listen, baby now
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| and I may not stand a ghost of a chance
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| But I’m gonna tell the world
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| how much I need you
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| And there I’m a victim of circumstance
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| Stop spin through the guilty
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| of loving you
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| I, I hope that I
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| never have to testify
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| 'Cause if I do everyone’s gonna cry
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| hey, that boy is guilty
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| he is so guilty
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| Yes, I’m loving you
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| I’m guilty, I’m guilty baby
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| But tell me what can I do
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| Ooh, I’m gonna tell the world
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| I’m gonna tell the world
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| how much I love you
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| Oh, I’m guilty
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| Guilty, but what can I do
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| Oh, I just wanna hold you
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| and tell you what I love you
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| Ooh, my darling, my darling
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| My darling, I love you
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| Ooh, I’m so guilty, oh yeah |