| I’m a puppet on a string
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| Tracy Island, time-traveling
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| Diamond cutter-shaped heartaches
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| Come to find you four in some velvet morning
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| Years too late, she’s a silver lining
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| Lone ranger riding through an open space
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| In my mind when she’s not right there beside me
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| I go crazy 'cause here isn’t where I wanna be
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| And satisfaction feels like a distant memory
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| And I can’t help myself, all I
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| Wanna hear her say is «Are you mine?»
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| Well, are you mine?
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| Are you mine?
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| Are you mine? |
| Woah, ah
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| I guess what I’m trying to say is I need the deep end
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| Keep imagining meeting, wished away entire lifetimes
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| Unfair we’re not somewhere misbehaving for days
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| Great escape, lost track of time and space
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| She’s a silver lining climbing on my desire
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| And I go crazy 'cause here isn’t where I wanna be
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| And satisfaction feels like a distant memory
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| And I can’t help myself, all I
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| Wanna hear her say is «Are you mine?»
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| Well, are you mine? |
| (Are you mine tomorrow?)
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| Are you mine? |
| (Or just mine tonight?)
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| Are you mine? |
| (Are you mine, mine?)
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| And the thrill of the chase moves in mysterious ways
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| So in case, I’m mistaken, I
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| Just wanna hear you say, «You got me, baby
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| Are you mine?»
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| She’s a silver lining
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| Lone ranger riding through an open space
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| In my mind when she’s not right there beside me
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| I go crazy 'cause here isn’t where I wanna be
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| And satisfaction feels like a distant memory
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| And I can’t help myself, all I
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| Wanna hear her say is «Are you mine?»
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| Well, are you mine? |
| (Are you mine tomorrow?)
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| Are you mine? |
| (Or just mine tonight?)
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| Are you mine? |
| (Are you mine tomorrow?)
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| (Or just mine tonight?) |