| It’s been such a long time
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| Since I set foot in the club
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| I really hate this shit, don’t I?
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| I hate feeling rushed, girl, can I just be honest?
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| I don’t feel like talkin' unless it’s 'bout me, or philosophy
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| Can we just get down to business?
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| And when we’re both finished, then we’ll have a reason to speak
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| Then you can open up to me, girl
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| Let me plant my seed, girl
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| Let me fill your needs, girl
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| Open up to me, open up to me
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| The piano that I fuck you on
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| Same one that on which I write these songs for you
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| They’re one in the same
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| That goes for us, too, I give you my name
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| The bed on which I lay to sleep
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| And lay with you and lay in deep
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| There ain’t no difference, this case there isn’t
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| That goes for us, too, I know you’re listenin'
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| Sometimes it feels like I don’t really care
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| One day you’ll see, but in the meantime
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| Just trust that I’m there
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| Just trust that I love you
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| Just trust that I care
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| Trust that I need you to always be there
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| Trust that you know me well enough to know
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| I’m the high priest but you put on the show
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| Then you can open up to me, girl
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| Let me plant my seed, girl
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| Let me fill your needs, girl
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| Open up to me, open up to me
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| It’s been such a long time
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| Since I set foot in the club |