| If you want a piece of my heart
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| Oh we can make it through the night
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| You can fake it in the dark
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| To try to hold the feelings apart
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| You let it come easy
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| Like the rhythm we start
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| There’s something in her eyes and the way she looks
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| There’s something in the night and the things we shook
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| Baby you were right about the miss I took
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| That ain’t a home for me
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| Maybe I’m home-free
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| Oh papaya
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| Operator
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| A desire
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| A messiah
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| A believer
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| But I swear I’ll make it easy for you
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| (Oooh-oooh)
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| If you want some peace of mind
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| You can crack me up at night
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| And just shake up what’s inside
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| Never thought that the motions you’d find
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| Can make up a home
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| That you could build in a bite
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| I don’t know, I say we need a black flamingo
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| Let it go, for the broker of go
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| It’s just a moment we can’t divide
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| For just a moment where we don’t decide
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| Oh papaya
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| Operator
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| A desire
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| A messiah
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| A believer
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| But I swear I’ll make it easy for you
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| There’s something in her eyes and the way she looks
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| There’s something in the night and the things we shook
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| Baby you were right about the miss I took
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| That ain’t a home for me
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| Maybe I’m home-free
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| Something in her eyes and the way she looks
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| Something in her eyes and the way she looks
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| Something in her eyes and the way she looks
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| Something in her eyes and the way she looks
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| Something in her eyes and the way she looks
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| Something in her eyes and the way she looks
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| Something in her eyes and the way she looks |