| I like it when you get aggressive
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| Command me, oh
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| I like it when you speak
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| The words that have been left unsaid
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| When you came here so violently
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| Let me watch you all silently, oh
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| The world was dead so suddenly
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| Let me be me entirely, oh
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| It’s the way that we move
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| It’s the way that you touch me
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| I could never let go, no
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| It’s the way that we move
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| It’s the way that you touch me
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| Boy, don’t go
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| You like it when I get all quiet for you
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| Boy, don’t you?
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| These moments you fill up
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| With words that are always unsaid
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| You’ve never been so shy to me
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| Been hating with such cruelty, oh
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| You linger laying brutally
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| Fingerprints writing poetry on me
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| It’s the way that we move
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| It’s the way that you touch me
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| I can never let go, no
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| It’s the way that we move
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| It’s the way that you’re rushing through me
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| Don’t go, no, oh, yeah
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| It’s the way that we move
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| It’s the way that you touch me
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| I can never let go, no
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| It’s the way that we move
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| It’s the way that you’re rushing through me
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| Don’t go
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| It’s the way that we move
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| It’s the way that you touch me
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| I can never let go, no
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| It’s the way that we move
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| It’s the way that you’re rushing through me
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| Don’t go |