| I think I gotta get outta here
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| Change my name and dye my hair
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| But I really like your dress tonight
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| There’s somethin' 'bout you that caught my eye
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| And it feels like fate
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| Holdin' an arrow your way
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| Now we’re headed up to your room
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| The door locks and our clothes removed
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| And I, think I gotta get outta here
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| Somethin' in the air has got me feelin' strange
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| That’s when you turned to me
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| And you said
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| If when I wake you have left me
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| You’ll wish you had never left me
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| If when I wake you have left me
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| You’ll wish you had never met me
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| And now I’m runnin' on down the street
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| With no shoes to protect my feet but I
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| Had a really nice time with you
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| Had a really close call with you
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| Did I hear you right
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| Or did I assemble your lines?
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| I may have heard it all in my head
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| Tryna save myself some time instead of
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| Another friend-made-enemy
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| Losin' our minds and lying through our teeth
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| I swear we’re better off
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| This way, oh
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| If when I wake you have left me (believe me, now)
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| You’ll wish you had never met me (believe me, now)
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| If when I wake you have left me (believe me, now)
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| You’ll wish you had never met me (believe me, now)
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| Never met me
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| Oh, maybe I’m wrong
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| I’m a little conflicted
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| Maybe if I come clean
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| You’ll sit and listen
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| I’ll pick up the phone
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| And call you come Sunday
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| Maybe I’m wrong
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| A little bit twisted
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| And maybe if I come clean
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| You’ll sit and you’ll listen
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| I’ll pick up the phone
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| 'Cause I’m callin' out Monday, Monday, oh
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| If when I wake you have left me (believe me, now)
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| You’ll wish you had never met me (believe me, now)
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| If when I wake you have left me (believe me, now)
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| You’ll wish you had never met me (believe me, now)
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| I think I gotta get outta here
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| Change my name and dye my hair
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| But I really like your dress tonight |