| I’m not the kind of fool who’s gonna sit and sing to you
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| About stars, girl
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| But last night I looked up into the dark half of the blue
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| And they’d gone backwards
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| Something in your magnetism must have pissed them off
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| Forcing them to get an early night
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| I have been searching from the bottom to the top
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| For such a sight as the one I caught when I saw your
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| Fingers dimming the lights
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| Like you’re used to being told that you’re trouble
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| And I spent all night
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| Stuck on the puzzle
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| Nobody I asked knew how he came to be the one to whom
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| You surrendered
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| Any man who wasn’t led away into the other room
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| Stood pretending
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| That something in your magnetism hadn’t just made him drop
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| Whoever’s hand it was that he was holding
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| I have been searching from the bottom to the top
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| For such a sight as the one I caught when I saw your
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| Fingers dimming the lights
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| Like you’re used to being told that you’re trouble
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| And I spent all night
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| Stuck on the puzzle
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| I tried to swim to the side
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| But my feet got caught in the middle
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| And I thought I’d seen the light
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| But oh, no
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| I was just stuck on the puzzle
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| Stuck on the puzzle |