| Your hands on my skin
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| But I can’t feel a thing, wish I could let you in
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| Poison in my veins
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| Is taking over me, and baby I can’t breathe
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| In the wishing well I throw pennies, throw pennies
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| Wishing they would be magic, be magic
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| And you deserve some good loving, good loving
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| So baby don’t you wait for me, wait for me
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| 'Cause I’m incapable of falling for you, why
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| Nothing else that I’d rather do, I
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| But the ones I end up with are the ones that shoot me dead
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| Incapable of falling for you
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| Waiting to be sane
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| And baby you’re a saint, so maybe I’m insane
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| When love equals pain
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| It’s hard for you to change, and love somebody safe
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| In the wishing well I throw pennies, throw pennies
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| Wishing they would be magic, be magic
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| And you deserve some good loving, good loving
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| So baby don’t you wait for me, wait for me
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| 'Cause I’m incapable of falling for you, why
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| Nothing else that I’d rather do, I
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| But the ones I end up with are the ones that shoot me dead
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| Incapable of falling for you
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| 'Cause I’m incapable of falling for you, why
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| Nothing else that I’d rather do, I
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| But the ones I end up with are the ones that shoot me dead
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| Incapable of falling for you
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| Your hands on my skin
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| But I can’t feel a thing, wish I could let you in
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| I’m incapable of falling for you
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| I’m incapable of falling for you
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| Incapable of falling for you
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| I’m incapable, I’m incapable
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| 'Cause I’m incapable of falling for you, why
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| Nothing else that I’d rather do, I
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| But the ones I end up with are the ones that shoot me dead
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| Incapable of falling for you
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| Why, I
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| But the ones I end up with are the ones that shoot me dead
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| Incapable of falling for you |