| Before I met you
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| I never felt good enough
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| Before I let you in
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| I’d already given up
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| Left on read, no reply
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| Left me just, wonderin' why
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| Now I’m skeptical of love
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| So when you hold my hand
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| Do you wanna hold my heart?
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| When you say you want me
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| Is it all of me or just one part?
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| So when you hold my hand
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| Do you wanna hold my heart?
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| When you say you want me
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| Mama said there’d be boys like you
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| Tearin' my heart in two
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| Doin' what you do best
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| Takin' me for a ride
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| Tellin' me pretty little lies
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| But with you I can’t resist
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| I’m terrified
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| But I’ll never let you know
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| Social suicide
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| If I ever let it show
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| Everything feels just right
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| I fall in place, we fall in line
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| I’ll never let you go
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| So when you hold my hand
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| Do you wanna hold my heart?
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| When you say you want me
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| Is it all of me or just one part?
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| So when you hold my hand
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| Do you wanna hold my heart?
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| When you say you want me
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| Is it all of me?
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| Yeah
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| Mama said there’d be boys like you
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| Tearin' my heart in two
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| Doin' what you do best
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| Takin' me for a ride
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| Tellin' me pretty little lies
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| But with you I can’t resist
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| So when you hold me
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| (When you hold me)
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| Am I the only one?
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| Do you wanna know me?
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| (Do you wanna know me?)
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| Or is this all just for fun?
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| Mama said there’d be boys like you
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| Tearin' my heart in two
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| Doin' what you do best
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| Takin' me for a ride
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| Tellin' me pretty little lies
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| But with you I can’t resist
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| No, no
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| Maybe mama doesn’t always know best
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| Mama said there’d be boys like you
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| Too good to be true
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| Doin' what you do best
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| Takin' me for a ride
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| Tellin' me pretty little lies
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| But for you, for you, for you
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| I’ll take that risk |