| I am so confused
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| I don’t know what’s up or down
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| Should I leave or stick around?
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| Am I lost or am I found?
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| He’s throwin' wisdom like a poet
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| Throwin' tantrums like a child
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| But when he holds my hand
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| My pulse runs red and wild
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| I was a fighter for my freedom
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| Now a fool for his touch
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| He is a nightcap, a brunch buzz, and I’m a lush
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| Next to the nightstand I’m taking every pill he’s got
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| My head, my heart, my throat, my lungs
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| My stomach all in a knot
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| I swore off suitors and the never-ending, needless drugs
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| I learned my lesson and I thought, «Yeah, I’ve had enough»
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| But I’m back on love
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| Back on love
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| And I’m losing time, losing weight
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| I’m a loser for this man
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| I’ve been lost since our first date
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| He is a tight-rope talker, I can’t balance at all
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| He says it’s fascinating watching me tip-toe and crawl
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| He says my ex-boyfriend's boring, he says the moon is the sun
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| He says anxiety can be the source of lots of fun
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| My best friend made a list of ways his love is off-track
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| But I don’t give a shit, and I refuse to call that bitch back
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| He might be messin' in New York
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| He might be messin' with my head
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| But I’ll do anything to keep him messin' in my bed
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| Next to the nightstand I’m taking every pill he’s got
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| My head, my heart, my throat, my lungs
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| My stomach all in a knot
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| I swore off suitors and the never-ending, needless drugs
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| I learned my lesson and I thought, «Yeah, I’ve had enough»
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| But I’m back on love
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| Back on love
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| I’ve got witches wavin' in my windows
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| Sky high, I cry, and swear to quit
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| I’ve got witches wavin' in my windows
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| Sky high, I cry, and swear to quit
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| I’ve got witches wavin' in my windows
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| Sky high, I cry, and swear to quit
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| He calls me up
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| He calls me «moonlight»
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| I’m pulling up to Pacsam for one more hit
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| Next to the nightstand I’m taking every pill he’s got
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| My head, my heart, my throat, my lungs
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| My stomach all in a knot
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| I swore off suitors and the never-ending, needless drugs
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| I learned my lesson and I thought, «Yeah, I’ve had enough»
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| But I’m back on love
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| Back on love
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| Back on love… |