| You take my heart like a bow and arrow
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| And shoot it at me I know
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| I walk the tight rope when it’s narrow
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| To earn my degree I know
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| Now I’m the last boy at the playground
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| Who’s laughin’at me — I know, I know, I know
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| And through the corridor I follow you
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| And the chaos trips my mind
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| Now I write you short stories
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| Just to say we’re gonna love each other all the way
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| Well I know you’re not the talkin’kind
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| And if you really want to know me
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| (Oh, you know)
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| Burn a lamp at midnite
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| Said I really want to know you
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| (Oh, you know)
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| Burn a lamp at midnite
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| In a red school house where I see you
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| In the morning light — I know
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| Send me sailin’to pick you flowers
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| From the isle of white — You know, you know, you know
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| Take my eyes to the pages
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| Where I draw pictures of your name
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| Now I speak in dialects
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| Just to say
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| (We're gonna love each other all the way)
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| You’re not the kind of girl that plays the game
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| And if you really want to know me
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| (Oh, you know)
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| Burn a lamp at midnite
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| Said I really want to know you
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| (Oh, you know)
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| Burn a lamp at midnite
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| And to really understand me
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| (Oh, you know)
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| Burn a lamp at midnite, nite, nite, nite
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| And through the corridor I follow you
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| And the chaos trips my mind
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| Now I write you short stories
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| Just to say
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| (We're gonna love each other all the way)
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| But I know you’re not the talkin’kind, kind
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| And if you really want to know me
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| (Oh, you know)
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| Burn a lamp at midnite
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| Said I really want to know you
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| (Oh, you know)
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| Burn a lamp at midnite
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| And to really understand me, oh you know
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| Burn a lamp at midnite
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| I said I really want to know you, oh you know
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| Burn a lamp at midnite yeah
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| (Da, Della) continued until the end of the song. |