| Vad sa du?
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| Vi behöver ju inte köra «the window»
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| I got red eyes on a red eye
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| I was in your bed, I
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| Don’t think we can be friends, I
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| Running out of minutes, baby
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| I’ve got, I hate it, baby
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| I know it’s drivin' you crazy
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| But trust me I’m way more crazy
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| I’m on three strikes
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| I’m in Tokyo
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| I got jetlag
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| Wishing you could hold me close
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| Smoking on…
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| Yeah let’s line 'em, baby
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| Try to get back to you
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| Though this life won’t let me choose
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| There’s a window into my heart
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| You can come in
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| You can go in when you fit in, baby
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| There’s a window into my heart
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| Just gotta push to start
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| If you’re fuckin' with me then you gotta be crazy
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh
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| If you’re fuckin' with me then you gotta be crazy
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh
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| If you’re fuckin' with me then you gotta be crazy
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| Sippin' on White Russians
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| With some white Russians
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| Left you waitin' in the kitchen
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| Bakin' in the oven
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| I miss your special kind of lovin'
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| Kissed you like you were my hubby
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| I hope someone can try to love me
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| But I can put no one else above me
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| I’m on three strikes
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| I’m in Tokyo
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| I got jetlag
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| Wishing you could hold me close
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| Smoking on…
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| Yeah let’s line 'em, baby
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| Try to get back to you
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| Though this life won’t let me choose
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| There’s a window into my heart
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| You can come in, you can go in when you fit in, baby
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| There’s a window into my heart
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| Just gotta push to start
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| If you’re fuckin' with me then you gotta be crazy
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh
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| If you’re fuckin' with me then you gotta be crazy
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh
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| If you’re fuckin' with me then you gotta be crazy
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh
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| If you’re fuckin' with me then you gotta be crazy
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh
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| If you’re fuckin' with me then you gotta be crazy |