| Give me just a second to collect my thoughts
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| I just can’t admit it but I’m all yours
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| I’m guarding the middle between right and wrong
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| But just like a puppet, you string me along
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| All of these visions of you replaying in my mind, my mind
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| I shouldn’t pick up all your calls but I want you tonight, oh-oh-oh-oh
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| All the roads, they lead me right back right to you again
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| Oh, you again
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| I try forget you but you’re still right there in my head
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| Oh, in my head
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| I don’t want you, but I need you, on the dark side of the morning
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| I don’t want you, but I need you
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| 'Cause all the roads, they lead me right back right to you again
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| Oh, you again
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| Why do I question late-night mistakes
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| When it’s so damn easy to just walk away?
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| Something about you that I can’t escape
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| My heart’s in pieces when you say my name
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| All of these visions of you replaying in my mind, my mind
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| I shouldn’t pick up all your calls but I want you tonight, oh-oh-oh-oh
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| All the roads, they lead me right back right to you again
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| Oh, you again
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| I try forget you but you’re still right there in my head
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| Oh, in my head
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| I don’t want you, but I need you, on the dark side of the morning
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| I don’t want you, but I need you
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| 'Cause all the roads, they lead me right back right to you again
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| Oh, you again
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| All the roads
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| They lead me back to ya
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| All the roads
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| They lead me back to ya
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| All the roads
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| They lead me back to ya
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| All the roads
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| All the roads, they lead me right back right to you again
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| Oh, you again
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| I try forget you but you’re still right there in my head
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| Oh, in my head
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| All the roads
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| They lead me back to ya
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| They lead me back to ya |