| Well, I don’t want your autograph
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| I don’t mean to make you laugh
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| I’m just hanging on the words
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| You haven’t said yet baby
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| I could watch you for a while
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| Never hope to make you smile
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| I could disappoint you well
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| I’m full of back luck baby
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| Take my serenade in vain
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| Please don’t ask me to explain
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| I’m just hoping this makes some old kind of sense
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| Think of my coldness as a vice
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| Casanova carved in ice
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| A cold wind howling at your door
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| 'Cause I’m obliged to let this burn
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| Even though I’ll never learn
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| I’m your shipwreck, I’m your fool
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| Your worst kept secret, baby
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| I could serenade you fine
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| And still never make you mine
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| I could crumble at your feet
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| And make you nervous, baby
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| Take this born again liar
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| Read his mind and light his fire
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| Write his story sing him
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| Half way to the sunset
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| Show him where they broke your heart
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| Let him tear those fools apart
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| Let him howl around your door
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| Take my serenade in vain
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| Please don’t ask me to explain
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| I’m just hoping this makes some old kind of sense
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| Think of my coldness as a vice
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| Casanova carved in ice
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| A cold wind howling at your door |