| Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh
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| Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh
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| I cannot touch that thing, it is not mine
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| I do not take, I do not take no matter how it shines
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| I cannot take that thing, it isn’t free
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| I’ll think a thought but growing it’ll grow into a tree
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| Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh
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| Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh
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| I cannot touch that thing, it is not mine
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| I do not take, I do not take no matter how you shine
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| I cannot take a gift that isn’t true
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| I love myself, I love myself too much to love you
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| Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh
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| Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh
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| Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh
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| Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh
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| I hear you creeping in the shadows at night
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| In the shadows at night, is it true?
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| I hear you creeping right outside of my door
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| And I’m starting to wonder about you
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| Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh
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| Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh
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| Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh
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| Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh
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| I cannot touch that thing, it is not mine
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| I do not take, I do not take no matter how it shines
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| I cannot take that thing, it isn’t free
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| I’ll think a thought but growing it’ll grow into a tree
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| I cannot touch that thing, it is not mine
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| I do not take, I do not take no matter how you shine
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| I cannot take a gift that isn’t true
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| I love myself, I love myself too much to love you
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| I hear you creeping in the shadows at night
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| In the shadows at night, is it true?
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| I hear you creeping right outside of my door
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| And I’m starting to wonder about you
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| I hear you creeping in the shadows at night
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| In the shadows at night, is it true?
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| I hear you creeping right outside of my door
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| And I’m starting to wonder about you
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| Can’t stop, I can’t sleep through the night
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| Your ghost keeps knocking on my door
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| But I’m tired, so tired and I keep, keeping it right above board
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| So leave me alone
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| There’s only so much I can take so if you’re gonna, do it now
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| I cannot touch that thing, it is not mine
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| I do not take, I do not take no matter how it shines
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| I cannot take that thing, it isn’t free
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| I’ll think a thought but growing it’ll grow into a tree
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| Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh
|
| Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh
|
| I cannot touch that thing, it is not mine
|
| I do not take, I do not take no matter how it shines
|
| I hear you creeping in the shadows at night
|
| In the shadows at night, is it true?
|
| I hear you creeping right outside of my door
|
| And I’m starting to wonder about you
|
| I hear you creeping in the shadows at night
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| In the shadows at night, is it true?
|
| I hear you creeping right outside of my door
|
| And I’m starting to wonder about you
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| Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh
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| Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh
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| Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh
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| Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh |