| You stopped me from running
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| Like the pain in my right side
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| Always aches at the right time
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| The race, it isn’t over
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| And I’m still miles from chequered flags
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| Picturing your starting fly
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| You got your fingers in my mind
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| They’re clawing all the time
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| Whenever I see you, I want to be with you
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| Darling, are trigging all my thoughts
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| But you just can’t be caught
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| I want you to see me, to need me
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| Hold me under your grip
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| Like the zipper up my jeans
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| Nothing but space in between
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| Belt hung low on your lips
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| Tighten up, but hold me down
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| Why don’t I just do yours on the ground?
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| You got your fingers in my mind
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| They’re clawing all the time
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| Whenever I see you, I want to be with you
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| Darling, are trigging all my thoughts
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| But you just can’t be caught
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| I want you to see me, to need me
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| If I could hold and catch you
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| I know you want to be mine
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| If I could hold and catch you
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| I know you want to be mine
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| You got your fingers in my mind
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| They’re clawing all the time
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| (I know you want to be)
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| Whenever I see you, I want to be with you
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| Darling, are trigging all my thoughts
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| But you just can’t be caught
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| I want you to see me, to need me
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| (I know you want to be)
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| To see me, to need me
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| To see me, to need me |