| So you stayed the night
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| woke up in the morning
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| grabbed your things
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| and went on with your life
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| your life
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| I haven’t been the same
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| ever since you left
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| I’ve been holding that feeling you gave
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| to me, to me
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| I’ve fallen
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| I slipped
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| gave it a try now
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| I can’t quit
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| you know it’s too late to run now
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| because
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| The marks you left upon my neck
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| are sinking into me
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| the clothes you threw on my guitars
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| are hanging perfectly
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| and when you go home
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| and I’m all alone
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| your scent awaits in my bed
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| the marks you left are permanent
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| I’m sinking in love
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| Sinking in love
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| I’m tripping out the door
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| indecisive mind can’t commit
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| but I want more,
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| I want more
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| yeah, yeah
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| When the nights grow cold
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| and I need somebody
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| you’re right there to hold
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| there’s no one else I want right now
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| I’ve fallen
|
| I slipped
|
| gave it a try now
|
| I can’t quit
|
| you know it’s too late to run
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| cause the damage’s been done
|
| The marks you left upon my neck
|
| are sinking into me
|
| the clothes you threw on my guitars
|
| are hanging perfectly
|
| and when you go home
|
| and I’m all alone
|
| your scent awaits in my bed
|
| the marks you left are permanent
|
| I’m sinking in love
|
| Sinking in love
|
| Sinking in love
|
| Whoa-oh-oh-oh
|
| Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
|
| The marks you left upon my neck
|
| are sinking into me
|
| the clothes you threw on my guitars
|
| are hanging perfectly
|
| The marks you left upon my neck
|
| are sinking into me
|
| the clothes you threw on my guitars
|
| are hanging perfectly
|
| and when you go home
|
| and I’m all alone
|
| your scent awaits in my bed
|
| the marks you left are permanent
|
| I’m sinking in love
|
| I’m sinking in love
|
| Sinking in love
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| I’m sinking in love
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| Sinking in love |