| Entranced by her body
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| So bold and cursive
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| She takes hold
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| Controlling my purpose
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| I’m testing her patience
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| I accept her invitation
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| She make me feel so at home
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| But the place of my destination
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| There’s no route to take but my own
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| The truth of it is
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| It wasn’t you were asking too much
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| But it was more than I wanted to give
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| Yeah
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| Said the truth of it is
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| It wasn’t you were asking too much
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| But it was more than I wanted to give
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| I didn’t really mean to waste your time
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| Love
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| But you could tell there’s something on my mind
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| Love
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| And I don’t know why, but
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| But I don’t feel like sharing with you
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| No, I don’t feel
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| No, I don’t feel like sharing with you
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| Said, «I ain’t who I used to be,» but
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| But I know that you didn’t mean that
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| Now I know you felt some truth in me
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| 'Cause I felt your nails in my back
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| You sewed my heart on my sleeve
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| Heard me say that I wanted to leave
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| Only a moment’s reprieve
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| Both knowing that I’d be right back
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| Yeah, yeah, we pushed it to the limit
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| We never could let it go
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| I swear it’s like we’re addicted
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| I love it when she come around
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| And she love it when I come around
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| But she hate the come down
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| Now we’re both feeling strung out
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| Strung out, yeah
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| I didn’t really mean to waste your time
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| Love
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| But you could tell there’s something on my mind
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| Love
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| And I don’t know why, but
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| But I don’t feel like sharing with you
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| No, I don’t feel
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| No, I don’t feel like sharing with you
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| I didn’t really mean to waste your time
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| Love
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| But you could tell there’s something on my mind
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| Love
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| And I don’t know why, but
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| But I don’t feel like sharing with you
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| No, I don’t feel
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| No, I don’t feel like sharing with you
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| Words turn hollow as they roll off my tongue
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| So stuck on what we’ve become
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| She said I’m off in my own head, told me don’t withdraw too much
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| Worried that I’m gonna lose touch, so I’ll fess up
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| I didn’t really mean to waste your time
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| But there’s somethin' that’s been playing on my mind
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| You wanted pride of place, now you gotta give me right of way
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| But shit, we always did hate goodbyes |