| Just when I get used to mine
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| Just when I get used to yours
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| Rearrange these body games
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| There’s no choice but to play
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| My same head on your same chest
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| My same rising with your each breath
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| There’s a new scar on your arm (your arm)
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| And I don’t know where it came from
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| Just when I get used to mine
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| Just when I get used to yours
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| Rearrange these body games
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| There’s no choice but to play
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| We age together, we age alone
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| Your voice sounds different through the phone
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| Once strong now so frail (so frail)
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| There is a little piece in this frame
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| So I won’t react no more, no more
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| No more, no more, no more
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| Don’t wanna learn no new body
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| Learn no new body
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| Wanna learn no new body, no
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| Don’t wanna learn no new body
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| Learn no new body
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| Wanna learn no new body, no
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| Trading shapes, like the moons phases
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| And look I see new lines on both of our faces
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| Know your nose from where mine used to hit
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| You see my body remembers all the tiny bits
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| Just when I get used to mine
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| Just when I get used to yours
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| Rearrange these body games
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| There’s no choice but to play
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| No more, no more, no more
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| Don’t wanna learn no new body
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| Learn no new body
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| Wanna learn no new body, no-ohh-oh
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| Don’t wanna learn no new body
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| Learn no new body
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| Wanna learn no new body
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| I don’t wanna learn no more |