| I don’t know, turtleneck, where you’ve been all my life
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| But I feel, turtleneck, that you’re leaving me aside
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| Look at me and let go of my ways
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| The fear inside that your fever has died
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| I don’t know turtleneck where you’ve been all my life
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| But I feel, turtleneck, that you’re leaving me aside
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| I don’t know turtleneck where you’ve been all my life
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| But I feel, turtleneck, that you’re leaving me aside
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| Crumbling and shattering his?
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| You yearn for more, a churn, looking for something new
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| You call the lover’s name in your black sheep
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| You yearn for more, my turtleneck, for something new
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| I don’t know turtleneck where you’ve been all my life
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| But I feel, turtleneck, that you’re leaving me aside
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| I don’t know turtleneck where you’ve been all my life
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| But I feel, turtleneck, that you’re leaving me aside
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| Was he having fun enough? |
| of her heart
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| Morning …
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| Of all the city there? |
| Drinks were in there
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| Running to approve? |
| were on the wall
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| And then she
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| She was a man in black
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| Wanting to be held
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| Before she went away
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| Wandering through the night
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| She was a man in white
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| Trying to leave town
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| He would’ve? |
| her down
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| Before he left the store
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| Left her in the door
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| Left her in the store
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| I don’t know turtleneck where you’ve been all my life
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| But I feel, turtleneck, that you’re leaving me aside
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| I don’t know turtleneck where you’ve been all my life
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| But I feel, turtleneck, that you’re leaving me aside |