| If I can’t have you
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| What am I gonna do?
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| What am I gonna do if I can’t have you?
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| Oh, tried and true
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| Buried up behind the school
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| Where the mud is thick as glue
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| What am I gonna do?
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| This is what you said to me
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| Covered up in skin
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| All the vessels there within
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| Every single little sin
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| Covered up in skin
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| And your head is on my lap
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| All your cells are little maps
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| Said I can’t tell where we’re at
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| So we’ll just go back
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| This is what you said to me
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| I ain’t hiding
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| I ain’t hiding no more
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| I ain’t hiding
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| I ain’t hiding no more
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| And the grass is wild and tall
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| In the field behind the mall
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| Covers you up like a shawl
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| Don’t you feel so small?
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| This is what you said to me
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| I ain’t hiding
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| I ain’t hiding no more
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| I ain’t hiding
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| I ain’t hiding no more
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| I ain’t hiding
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| I ain’t hiding no more
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| No more, no more
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| No more, no more |