| They crawl out the woodwork
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| When they heard that you were gone
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| And for a minute there I let them take the edge off
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| You’ve learned this is happening
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| Right in the back of my head
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| While I wonder who you’ve got
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| Sleeping there on my side of the bed
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| Don’t you wanna give it another go
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| Well you know I do
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| But I suspect you don’t
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| Don’t you wanna give it another go
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| Well you know I do
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| But I suspect you don’t
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| In dark times I’m thinking
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| When you swung through the door
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| Are you the lightning bolt that stole my thunder
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| The things I once whispered
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| And the guts I used to get
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| And in my head you’re having a laugh right then
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| With whoever it is you’re with
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| Don’t you wanna give it another go
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| Well you know I do
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| But I suspect you don’t
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| Don’t you wanna give it another go
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| Well you know I do
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| But I suspect you don’t
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| Would you consider letting me twist your arm
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| loves to tease me cause I kept the door ajar
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| And I think its you
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| But it is never you
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| Don’t you wanna give it another go
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| Well you know I do
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| But I suspect you don’t
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| Don’t you wanna give it another go
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| Well you know I do
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| But I suspect you don’t |