| At best your soul
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| Would never, would never let me get so close
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| And never let me get in
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| So close to you
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| Now I’m lazy on a sunny, sunny, sunny afternoon
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| Because you, you took me in (yeah you did)
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| With arms of air, arms of aid that made sense and a
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| Not again, she stays in a
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| Knot again, yeah she stays in now
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| But, a knot again yeah
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| Yeah she stays in now
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| Yeah she stays in now
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| But she’s a Taurus, almost
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| Like she’s just like me
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| She’s two thousand, I’m a nineties baby (yeah)
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| I meant to call her
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| It was our regime
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| She made fillet mignon, fillet mignon, fillet mignon for me
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| She’s just lost in this place and it seems like someone you made
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| Like someone you might forget
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| These days they come and they go but I know I’ll be longing for your kiss
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| Steady lost, lost in your eye, and blame it on me
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| And I get by
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| I said that several days, serve several frights
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| And it’s hard to find no better
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| I said that, my old man is making me mad
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| And I forgot you’re old and then again…
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| She gets so…
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| When you took me out and
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| Harm was made from this pressure, from this precious bout
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| And a knot again yeah she stays in now
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| And not again yeah she stays in, yeah she sways in now
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| These dreams in august, they fall from the tree
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| These dreams I thought of, they don’t mean nothing to me
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| But now I’m falling
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| And I’m stuck for belief
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| She made fillet mignon, fillet mignon, fillet mignon for, for, for me
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| She’s just lost in this place and it seems like someone you made
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| Like someone you might forget
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| These days they come and they go but I know I’ll be longing for your kiss
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| Steady lost, lost in your eye, and blame it on me
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| I wish I could get a handle of what’s mine at all
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| I’m runnin' around with the next things
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| I wish I could get a handle of what’s mine if at all
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| I’m runnin' 'round and I can’t 'fford
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| To break down, my town is just getting me untied
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| Tried to keep me so vacant — and untied
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| I’m untied
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| Cause I wish that I could
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| Just get a handle of what’s mine if at all
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| I’m runnin', I’m runnin' and I can’t 'fford
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| To break down, my town is just getting me untied
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| Try to keep me oh so vacant
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| I’m runnin', I’m runnin' I’m runnin', I’m runnin', I’m runnin', and I wish
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| That I could get a who’s that of what’s mine If at all
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| I’m runnin' 'round with the next ting
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| Cause I wish I could just get a
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| Just get a handle of what’s mine if at all
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| I’m runnin', I’m runnin', I’m runnin', I’m runnin', I’m runnin', I’m runnin',
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| I’m runnin', I’m runnin' around for
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| Runnin' around with the next thing
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| Runnin' around with the next thing |