| I’d like to be the one to see your loving mind at the start
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| But I get claustrophobia 'cause there’s too many boys in your heart
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| I’d like to know how far you’d go to use those lips of wine
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| But I get claustrophobia 'cause there’s too many boys on your mind
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| Oh, one, two, three and now there’s me
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| You practice to deceive
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| You lead me on, another one
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| I’ve got no room to breathe
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| So byebye you who can’t be true, I’m leaving you behind
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| 'Cause I get claustrophobia 'cause there’s too many boys on your mind
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| I get claustrophobia 'cause there’s too many boys on your mind
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| Oh, one, two, three and now there’s me
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| You practice to deceive
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| You lead me on, another one
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| I’ve got no room to breathe
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| So byebye you who can’t be true, I’m leaving you behind
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| 'Cause I get claustrophobia 'cause there’s too many boys on your mind
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| Too many boys on your mind
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| Too many boys on your mind |