| Read my heart and say
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| «We'll make it alright if you follow along»
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| And I’ll throw it away;
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| Keepin' it all we said that we won’t
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| Show it off, to some dismay
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| Bottles in the heat of the night
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| Feel soft. |
| I hate to say
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| «Shake it off and it’ll be alright.»
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| Come on baby, won’t you stay?
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| I’ve said it like a hundred times
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| I feel my life’s untied and pacin' into overdrive
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| Keep it in a tight bouquet
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| So nobody can recognize
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| It’s not the way I’d hoped that our moanin' was advertised
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| Come on baby, won’t you stay?
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| But like this song, it became an afterthought
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| I feel so far away
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| While we’re sittin' here in a similar room
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| And I feel so far away
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| Even though its all we’ve been doin'
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| About to go away --
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| I’m taking off just for a month
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| It’ll probably be ok
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| We’re usually better when we can’t talk enough
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| C’mon read my heart and say
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| «You'll make it alright if you follow along»
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| And I’ll throw it away
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| Keepin' it all we said they were going
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| It’s just the time won’t last for long
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| We’ll feel like more than just an afterthought
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| Just the time I hope is gone
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| Shake it off, about to go on
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| Come on baby, won’t you stay?
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| I’ve said it like a hundred times
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| I feel my life’s untied and pacin' into overdrive
|
| Keep it in a tight bouquet
|
| So nobody can recognize
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| It’s not the way I’d hoped that our movin' was advertised
|
| Come on baby, won’t you stay?
|
| I’ve said it like a hundred times
|
| I feel my life’s untied and pacin' into overdrive
|
| Keep it in a tight bouquet
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| So nobody can recognize
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| It’s not the way I’d hoped that our movin' was advertised
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| When you said «it's so fine» when you started then
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| When you said «you're all mine until we start all over.»
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| Come on baby, won’t you stay?
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| I’ve said it like a hundred times
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| I feel my life’s untied and pacin' into overdrive
|
| Keep it in a tight bouquet
|
| So nobody can recognize
|
| It’s not the way I’d hoped that our moanin' was advertised
|
| Come on baby, won’t you stay?
|
| I’ve said it like a hundred times
|
| I feel my life’s untied and pacin' into overdrive
|
| Keep it in a tight bouquet
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| So nobody can recognize
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| It’s not the way I’d hoped that our moanin' was advertised |