| Sometimes you’ll find me
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| I’m reckless but easy
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| To deal with on weekdays
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| But you know that from my weak days
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| I’m scared that you’ll find out
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| I’m an open book with no pages
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| You don’t care it’s over, come closer
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| It’s always been all you, you
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| I don’t believe it’s happening
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| This really is about you, you
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| I don’t believe it’s happening
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| These pages are futile
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| They’re bound by confusion
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| I can’t read you clearly
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| But I don’t have the reasons
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| You don’t care it’s over, come closer
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| It’s always been all you, you
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| I don’t believe it’s happening
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| This really is about you, you
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| I don’t believe it’s happening
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| I don’t believe it’s happening
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| I don’t believe it’s happening
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| This really is about you
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| I don’t believe it’s happening
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| I don’t believe it’s happening
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| It’s always been you, you
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| I don’t believe it’s happening |