| I like your stance, I like your style
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| And how you very rarely smile
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| I like how you seem to barely try
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| And how I’ve never seen me within your eyes
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| When I scream for you, you’re never listening
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| When I dance for you, you never look
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| When I dream awake and scream that I love you
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| When I do, I get a dirty look
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| I like your style, I like your stance
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| That no-one ever has a chance
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| I like how you lay when you fall
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| And how you seem to like, like nothing at all
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| When I scream for you, you’re never listening
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| When I dance for you, you never look
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| When I dream awake and scream that I love you
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| When I do, I get a dirty look
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| I’ve been burned
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| By a darker light, I conspire
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| And we’ll turn
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| With a darker light toward the fire
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| When I scream for you, you’re never listening
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| When I dance for you, you never look
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| When I dream awake and scream that I love you
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| When I do, I get a dirty look
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| When I scream at you
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| When I scream at you
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| When I scream at you and say that I love you
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| When I do, I get a dirty look |