| You got me sippin' on something
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| I can’t compare to nothing
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| I bet for known I’m hoping
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| That after this fever I’ll survive
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| I know I’m acting a bit crazy
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| Strung out, a little bit hazy
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| Hand over heart, I’m praying
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| That I’m gonna make it out alive
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| The bed’s getting cold and you’re not here
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| The future that we hold is so unclear
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| But I’m not alive until you call
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| And I’ll bet the odds against it all
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| Save your advice 'cause I won’t hear
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| You might me right but I don’t care
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| There’s a million reasons why I should give you up
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| But the heart wants what it wants
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| The heart wants what it wants
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| You got me scattered in pieces
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| Shining like stars and screaming
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| Lightining me up like Venus
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| But then you disappear and make me wait
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| And every second’s like torture
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| Hell over trip, no more so
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| Finding a way to let go
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| Baby baby no I can’t escape
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| The bed’s getting cold and you’re not here
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| The future that we hold is so unclear
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| But I’m not alive until you call
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| And I’ll bet the odds against it all
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| Save your advice 'cause I won’t hear
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| You might me right but I don’t care
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| There’s a million reasons why I should give you up
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| But the heart wants what it wants
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| The heart wants what it wants
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| The heart wants what it wants
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| The heart wants what it wants
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| This is a modern fairytale
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| No happy endings, no winning ourselves
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| But I can’t imagine a life without
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| Bretheless moments, breaking me down
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| Down, down, down
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| The bed’s getting cold and you’re not here
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| The future that we hold is so unclear
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| But I’m not alive until you call
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| And I’ll bet the odds against it all
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| Save your advice 'cause I won’t hear
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| You might me right but I don’t care
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| There’s a million reasons why I should give you up
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| But the heart wants what it wants
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| The heart wants what it wants
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| The heart wants what it wants
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| The heart wants what it wants
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| The heart wants what it wants
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| The heart wants what it wants baby
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| The heart wants what it wants baby
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| The heart wants what it wants baby
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| The heart wants what it wants |