| Baby, you’ve got the sort of hands to rip me apart
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| And baby, you’ve got the sort of face to start this old heart
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| But your eyes are warning me this early morning
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| That my love’s too big for you my love
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| Baby, you’ve got the sort of laugh that waters me
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| And makes me grow tall and strong and proud and flattens me
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| I find you stunning, but you are running me down
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| My love’s too big for you my love
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| My love’s too big for you my love
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| And if I was stronger then I would tell you no
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| And if I was stronger then I will leave this show
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| And if I was stronger then I would up and go
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| But here I am and here we go again
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| Baby, you’ve got the sort of eyes that tell me tales
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| That your sort of mouth just will not say, the truth impales
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| That you don’t need me, but you won’t leave me
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| My love’s too big for you my love
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| My love’s too big for you my love
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| And if I was stronger then I would tell you no
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| And if I was stronger then I will leave this show
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| And if I was stronger then I would up and go
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| But here I am and here we go again
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| Tell me what to do to take away the you
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| To take away the you, to take away the you
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| To take away the you, to take away the you
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| To take away the you
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| And if I was stronger then I would tell you no
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| And if I was stronger then I will leave this show
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| And if I was stronger then I would up and go
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| But here I am and here we go again |