| Tell me I just have to wait now
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| For you to make up your mind
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| You say you need room
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| Just to reach for the moon
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| And I just wanna make you mine
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| But you just can’t seem
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| To leave your past behind
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| Especially in the form of man
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| Whose love was a gun, held at your head
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| He’ll shoot you with it if he can
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| I gave you the best of my love
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| That I had to give
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| Now you’re out on the streets
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| Still tryin' to find a friend
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| Come on, girl
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| It’s time to begin
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| Somethin’s gotta give
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| I hope we both win, yeah
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| So now you got to pick up the pieces
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| Find out just where you stand
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| The answers seem it has always been
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| In the palm of your hand
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| You tell me I just have to wait now
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| For you to make up your mind
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| You say you need room
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| Just to reach for the moon
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| And I just wanna make you mine
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| I gave you the best of my love
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| That I had to give
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| Now you’re out on the streets
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| Still tryin' to find a friend
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| Come on, girl
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| It’s time to begin
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| Somethin’s gotta give
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| I hope we both win, yeah |