| Your skin, my skin, we’re standing
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| Under your cover unaware
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| I’d hoped I’d be demanding
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| But you’re my lover, I’m your friend
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| And I have my doubts but I’ve nothing to gain from loss
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| Hold my head now, and I’ll be luckier than I was
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| I won’t stand by
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| Wait, you’ll see
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| Smothered by some deception
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| Don’t you get tired of hearing this?
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| For some ideas conception
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| I need to know you’re hearing this
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| And I have my doubts but I’ve nothing to gain from loss
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| Hold my head now, and I’ll be luckier than I was
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| I won’t stand by
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| Wait, you’ll see
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| I want better than you now
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| And I have my doubts but I’ve nothing to gain from loss
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| Hold my head now, and I’ll be luckier than I was
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| I won’t stand by
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| Wait, you’ll see |