| Last night I thought I saw you, brown hair, the way that you move
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| I need to know if it’s you, that’s when I saw your face
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| It always took me away to a place I should have stayed
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| I think about the word, yes, as I move to talk to you
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| 'Cause every time I hold you, I’ll be waiting for you
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| Try to pull away from what I truly thought was love
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| Maybe it’s a sickness preying on my weakness
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| All I really need is just another minute in your touch
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| Ooh, in your touch
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| Last night I thought I saw you, black jeans, faded tattoos
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| That’s when I knew it was you so don’t go taking me back
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| To a place I’d rather forget when I was yours and you were mine
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| I know, baby, that your heart’s not gonna do the right thing
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| 'Cause every time I hold you, I’ll be waiting for you
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| Try to pull away from what I truly thought was love
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| Maybe it’s a sickness preying on my weakness
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| All I really need is just another minute in your touch
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| Ooh, in your touch
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| In your touch, your touch, your touch
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| And I don’t wanna fall for, fall for you again
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| You had me once before, why couldn’t you just love me then?
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| 'Cause now I’m feeling torn but I don’t wanna hurt no more
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| Is this just the end of a love worth fighting for?
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| 'Cause every time I hold you, I’ll be waiting for you
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| Try to pull away from what I truly thought was love
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| Maybe it’s a sickness preying on my weakness
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| All I really need is just another minute in your touch
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| Ooh, in your touch |