| I didn’t know which way to go
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| Discovering the things you know
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| You’re made up of that mass appeal
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| You’re made up of that '60s feel
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| (Never gonna find me, never gonna find me)
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| You’re made up of that '60s feel
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| Of all the different times I’ve tried to find you
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| Of all the different times I’ve tried to say
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| Ruined every kind of system that reminds you, I tried you
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| Rebel babe, praise you
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| There are things that I’d like to try
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| Where my hands work over time
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| Now you bring your hips in range
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| All the times our lips exchange
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| (Never gonna find me, never gonna find me)
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| All the times our lips exchange
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| Of all the different times I’ve tried to find you
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| Of all the different times I’ve tried to say
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| Ruined every kind of system that reminds you, I tried you
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| Rebel babe, praise you
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| Something old can feel new
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| Something new can feel old
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| And in time, can you show me what it feels like?
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| Oh, hope my numbers up
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| Of all the different times I’ve tried to find you
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| Of all the different times I’ve tried to say
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| Ruined every kind of system that reminds you, I tried you
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| Rebel babe, praise you |