| What makes something
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| I know I can’t have
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| Always look so good
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| And why does something
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| So out of reach
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| Look so fine
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| What makes you thrill me more
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| Than any other man I know
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| I guess it’s just because
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| You can’t be mine
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| Why can’t I be content
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| With what belongs to me And be satisfied
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| With what’s already mine
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| What makes a stolen moment with you
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| Seem like such a precious thing
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| I guess it’s just because
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| You can’t be mine
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| What makes me always want a man
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| I know I can never have
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| And why does someone else’s silver
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| Always shine
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| My passion rises sky-high
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| Every time you come around
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| Is it just because I know
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| You’ll never be mine
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| I guess it’s just because
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| You can’t be mine
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| Is it just because
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| You can’t be mine |