| When I run into you at concerts and bars
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| We talk for ten minutes before I get harsh
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| I say I’m sorry but you say I’m not
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| This is no déjà vu, this is no bug in time
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| This is a real time machine!
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| You and me, back to when birds and bees lost their self esteem
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| I hit the breaks, I badly want it to stop
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| You’re not impressed by my attempts to get off
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| You say you’re sorry but I know you’re not
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| This is no déjà vu, this is no bug in time
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| This is a real time machine!
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| You and me back to when birds and bees lost their self esteem
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| By reading messages that went from ending with
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| Many hugs and kisses to showing less interest
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| Than a daughter getting parents' warnings
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| At the dinner table on a Friday night…
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| …In 20 minutes the bus arrives, going all the way to paradise
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| Where the homemade fog and discolights
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| Run your body while you fantasize
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| About the pubs in Scotland, the shores of Brazil
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| The meat in Argentina and the floors of a European Tour
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| This is no déjà vu, this is no bug in time
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| This is a real time machine!
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| You and me back to when birds and bees lost their self esteem |