| Wondering around,
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| this not america
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| by the sound of the farthest siren
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| Your eyes
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| Say give it a try
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| Yet you’re thinking that they cannot lie
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| Held onto your fingertips
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| No you cannot let me slip
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| Cause I’l break in a thousand pieces
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| And two arms won’t be enough to fix me
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| I’m just another weaker heart
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| It’s not me walking out on us
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| I’m just another weaker heart
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| Why you crowd me out
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| I’m just another weaker heart
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| Spinning me on the backwheel of you car
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| Saying that I was only your spare
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| Feel this, My pulse is high
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| If this not love
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| Let us make it made allright
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| Dancing on your fingertips
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| This is the way I move it
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| D’you feel what I’m feeling?
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| Are you lining your friends about it?
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| I’m just another weaker heart
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| It’s not me walking out on us
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| I’m just another weaker heart
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| Why you crowd me out?
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| I’m just another weaker heart
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| Call me if you wanna call me
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| I’ll never pretend to be who I never was
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| Red rain is boiling inside me
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| Is it a little death? |
| Is it eager to live?
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| I’m just another weaker heart
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| It’s not me walking out on us |
| I’m just another weaker heart
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| Why you crowd me out?
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| I’m just another weaker heart |