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 |