| I still remember you
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| Hug me like a picture frame
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| While I’m staring in your eyes
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| My mind’s still in the memory
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| Turfed like I’m a bulletproof
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| My heart’s playing halo games
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| Knowing that when you and I collide
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| I’ll give you everything
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| When I try to run away you make me think of fight back
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| And I don’t think that I’ve ever had a feeling like that
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| Oh your love is not fiction
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| It’s the realest I’ve seen
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| But you don’t even know what you’re doing to me, yeah
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| You, you
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| Don’t know you’re setting off a fuse, fuse
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| You make me wanna break the rules
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| Come put your hands on my piano
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| You, you
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| No you ain’t got nothing to prove, prove
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| You got me breaking all the rules, rules
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| So put your hands on my piano
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| Who said I wanna lose
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| Subtle how you say my name
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| Acting like I’m in control
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| I fall, you’re taking over me
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| Lost baby here’s the truth
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| I’m blind folded in your maze
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| Bodies going in the dark, and art, it’s all that I ever need
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| When I try to run away you make me think of fight back
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| And I don’t think that I’ve ever had a feeling like that
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| Oh your love is not fiction
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| It’s the realest I’ve seen
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| But you don’t even know what you’re doing to me, yeah
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| You, you
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| Don’t know you’re setting off a fuse, fuse
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| You make me wanna break the rules
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| Come put your hands on my piano
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| You, you
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| No you ain’t got nothing to prove, prove
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| You got me breaking all the rules, rules
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| So put your hands on my piano
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| Looking for a way but I can’t go
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| Cause babe I even see you with my eyes closed
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| Babe I even see you with my eyes closed
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| Looking for a reason but I got none
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| Cause secretly I don’t think that I want one
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| Honestly I don’t think that I want one
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Don’t know what you do to
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| You, you
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| Don’t know you’re setting off a fuse, fuse
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| You make me wanna break the rules
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| Come put your hands on my piano
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| You, you
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| No you ain’t got nothing to prove, prove
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| You got me breaking all the rules, rules
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| So put your hands on my piano
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| You, you
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| Don’t know you’re setting off a fuse, fuse
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| You make me wanna break the rules
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| Come put your hands on my piano
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| You, you
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| No you ain’t got nothing to prove, prove
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| You got me breaking all the rules, rules
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| So put your hands on my piano |