| It's one o'clock in the morning
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| And we're in an apartment
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| In the capital city
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| In a Catholic country
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| Got my back on the carpet
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| And my feet to the ceiling
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| To get the blood flowing
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| To numb the pain I'm feeling
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| The more I know about you
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| The more I know I want you
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| The less I care about who
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| Was there before I found you
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| The more I know about you
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| The more I know I want you
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| The less I care about who
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| Was there before I found you
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| Yesterday she took me
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| To a wintery garden
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| Past a forest of consciеnce
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| On a curvy road
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| With every hour of passing
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| I startеd to believe in
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| The bubble I've been dreaming
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| Had a floor on the ceiling
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| [Interlude]
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| (Oh, oh, oh)
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| The more I know I want
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| The more I know I
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| The more I know I want
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| The more I want you
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| Ah-ah
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| To be with someone so precious
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| That it makes me anxious
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| To be there by the target
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| And know that I could miss it
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| I never felt so lonely
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| As when you came and saw me
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| And the following moment
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| Took your eyes off me
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| The more I know about you
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| The more I know I want you
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| The less I care about who
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| Was there before I found you
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| The more I know about you
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| The more I know I want you
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| The less I care about who
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| Was there before I found you |