| You might really be
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| The very best woman to ever suit me
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| But I can’t expect you to see how I see
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| 'Cause sometimes I don’t see a thing
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| But personal pressure is making me guess
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| My time’s running out as we’re both getting dressed
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| I don’t know who’s body I’d rather feel pressed
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| But I cannot arrest on my thoughts
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| 'Cause we had a good time
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| Then it was sorrow
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| I call it stealing
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| You call it borrow
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| So I want my heart back
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| If you’re not gonna keep it
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| If you’ve got no uses
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| Then I’m gonna need it
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| And someone else is gonna need it too
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| While some of it’s here
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| I’m wondering where did the rest disappear
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| The parts that I thought were the best are unclear
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| Or hiding there under your doubt
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| So maybe we’ll call this a hard lesson leanred
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| But you’re holding something that I’ll need returned
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| If you need some time
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| I’ve got some to burn
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| But burning is just running thin
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| 'Cause we had a good time
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| Then it was sorrow
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| I call it stealing
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| You call it borrow
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| So I want my heart back
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| If you’re not gonna keep it
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| If you’ve got no uses
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| Then I’m gonna need it
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| And someone else is gonna need it too
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| What would the point be
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| If we let this thing drag out
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| Failing to accept
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| These impressions passed around
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| Oh, you and I
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| It’s been a wild ride
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| And I wouldn’t change at all
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| But I’m gonna let you know
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| We had a good time
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| Then it was sorrow
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| I call it stealing
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| You call it borrow
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| So I want my heart back
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| If you’re not gonna keep it
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| If you’ve got no uses
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| Then I’m gonna need it
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| And someone else is gonna need it too |