| When you talk to me there’s something in the way
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| It’s when you look at me so I look far away
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| You’re in my head I’m thinking about it
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| I know your kind you’re thinking about it
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| You know what to say when you’re talking about it
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| My hands my time my taking over
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| You think you own everybody
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| I’m on my own at the party
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| I know your kind baby talking about it
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| My hands people, everybody
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| But I do give up, and I do dance with you
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| In my other world in the sea dance right through
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| 'cause you can’t undo, can’t undo anything
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| An overload in the way
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| It’s inside outside, everyday
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| An overload is the way
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| You think you own everybody
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| I’m on my own at the party
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| Inside outside like an open door
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| Glass on the floor, floor
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| You know I want it all 'cause inside is outside
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| I know I’ll mess it up though I still dance with you
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| Kind of regretful never chance what I do
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| It’s the time to get close enough
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| When will you?
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| Just that when you talk to me you make me feel something
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| So I dance with you though the sea but you can’t see me
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| I’m gonna get unwound in the crowd talk to me
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| If you think you own everyone, everybody
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| An overload in the way
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| It’s inside outside
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| Everyday
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| An overload in the way
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| You think you own everybody
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| I’m on my own at the party
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| My hands people gonna take it all
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| Glass on the floor, floor
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| Everybody, talking to me
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| Everybody, talking to me |