| I cannot construct my story
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| All the way until the end
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| I write poetry from the beginning
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| But the rest is up to them
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| Cause I belong to others
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| I always have but I insist on an accessible life
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| If I could some day manage
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| A life fulfilled and to succeed as an uncomplicated wife
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| What becomes of a loved being
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| When memories are disappearing
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| I hear that it passes on to another world
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| Just like a ghost ship into space
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| I’m into you
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| I got my hands on your money
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| Got my hands on your guy
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| You’re into my game
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| Into my brain
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| What would it take for you to go insane
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| You’re into me
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| I’m into you
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| I got my hands on your money
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| Got my hands on your guy
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| You’re into my game
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| Into my brain
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| So how this ends
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| Is something no one ever knows anything about
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| A kind of innocence
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| About the breaking of a pact, your ticket out
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| I tried to make things better
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| But my brutality has always been out of my command
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| It’s either now or never
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| I gotta get my shit together to be worthy of a man
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| I go on venture further
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| Till I find my next lover
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| Love to love, I’m oblivious
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| Of what precedes and what follows
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| What becomes of a loved being
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| When memories are disappearing
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| I hear that it passes on to another world
|
| Just like a ghost ship into space
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| I’m into you
|
| I got my hands on your money
|
| Got my hands on your guy
|
| You’re into my game
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| Into my brain
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| What would it take for you to go insane
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| You’re into me
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| I’m into you
|
| I got my hands on your money
|
| Got my hands on your guy
|
| You’re into my game
|
| Into my brain
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| What would it take for you to go insane
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| You’re into me
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| I’m into you
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| I got my hands on your money
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| Got my hands on your guy
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| You’re into my game
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| Into my brain
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| What would it take for you to go insane |