| My friends say she’s sophisticated and free
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| Never fall for an outlaw like me
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| Too high and refined
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| I’m just wastin' my time
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| Forget her
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| But I’m kind of caught in the web
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| The lady has gone to my head
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| I no longer cope
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| I’m a prisoner of hope since I met her
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| I’m a prisoner of hope
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| Just trying to win the smile in her eyes
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| The touch of her skin
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| She would discount me as one of her friends
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| Somehow I know where the friendship would end
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| With her in my arms
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| And her by my side
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| With her in my days
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| And her in my nights
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| Making up love out of pure fantasy
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| Prisoners of hope never want to be free
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| Yesterday I caught her in a glance
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| More than a coincidence
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| But she turned away as if to say «I'm above it»
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| She says that love is a trick of the night
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| And it’s all done with mirrors and lights
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| But when I act like a fool
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| Like some kid back in school
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| She loves it
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| I’m a prisoner of hope
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| Just trying to win the smile in her eyes
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| The touch of her skin
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| She would discount me as one of her friends
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| Somehow I know where the friendship would end
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| With her in my arms
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| And her by my side
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| With her in my days
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| And her in my nights
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| Making up love out of pure fantasy
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| Prisoners of hope never want to be free |