| I’ve never been the type
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| To need someone to blow their mind
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| To climb my tower
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| To bring me flowers
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| But if you wanna wake me up
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| With some coffee in a cup
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| And talk for hours
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| I like the sound of that
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| But you don’t satisfy the hunger in my mind
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| 'Cause our bodies are predictable
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| Know I’m gonna call you on the phone
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| Know I’m gonna ask when you get home
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| I already know what’s next
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| I end up in your bed
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| Then you gonna put back on your clothes
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| Then I’m gonna wish I was alone
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| But we never change a step
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| And do it all again
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| I’m bored
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| I just want some company
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| When I’m not between your sheets
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| When I’m not dramatic
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| So I pick my battles here
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| No, I’m not saying we don’t do it good
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| Don’t think I’d trade it if I could
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| It don’t matter, no
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| It don’t matter, no
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| But you don’t satisfy the hunger in my mind
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| 'Cause our bodies are predictable
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| Know I’m gonna call you on the phone
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| Know I’m gonna ask when you get home
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| I already know what’s next
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| I end up in your bed
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| Then you gonna put back on your clothes
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| Then I’m gonna wish I was alone
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| But we never change a step
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| And do it all again
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| I’m bored
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| Not saying we don’t do it good (not saying, not saying, not saying)
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| Don’t think I’d trade it if I could (not saying, not saying, not saying)
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| Not saying we don’t do it good (not saying, not saying, not saying)
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| Don’t think I’d trade it if I could
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| It don’t matter, no
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| Know I’m gonna call you on the phone
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| Know I’m gonna ask when you get home
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| I already know what’s next
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| I end up in your bed
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| Then you gonna put back on your clothes
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| Then I’m gonna wish I was alone
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| But we never change a step
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| And do it all again
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| I’m bored
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| You don’t satisfy the hunger in my mind
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| 'Cause our bodies are predictable
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| I’m bored
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| You don’t satisfy the hunger in my mind
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| 'Cause our bodies are predictable
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| I’m bored |