| Skipping down to what we always were
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| You’re a curse lying in a fatal storm
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| I, I, I, I I I don’t give a!
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| Rippin' all the pages that we’ve turned
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| Books don’t write the lives we’ve worn
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| I, I, I, I I I don’t give a!
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| We’re behind closed doors,
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| We’re behind closed doors
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| and I know you want me
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| We’re behind closed doors,
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| We’re behind closed doors,
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| and I know you want me.
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| I, I, I, I I I don’t give a!
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| I, I, I, I I I don’t give a!
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| Moving 'round to what we’ve never have
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| You’re the verse caught up in my broken chords
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| I, I, I, I I I don’t give a!
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| Pushing bills towards what we’re always worth
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| Crooks won’t tell us what is in the perfect form
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| I, I, I, I I I don’t give a!
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| We’re behind closed doors,
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| We’re behind closed doors
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| and I know you want me
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| We’re behind closed doors,
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| We’re behind closed doors,
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| and I know you want me.
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| I, I, I, I I I don’t give a!
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| I, I, I, I I I don’t give a!
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| Pull me down
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| Pull me down
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| Keep me feelin' |