| You’re the war of a symphony
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| Now behind, enemy lines
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| In the flick of a trigger,
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| Just wanna make you mine.
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| Girl you aint that easy, (woah)
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| Dont you know that its unfair
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| Tease me with a whisper (woah)
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| So I know that you’re there (woah)
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| Is it all in the way you’re walking?
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| Or is it all in the way you move?
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| Cause I dont know if its the way you’re talking
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| God knows I’m into you.
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| You’re the rhythm to my melody,
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| Yet you’re leaving me in the cold
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| Hold your cards close to the table
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| And as you bluff your hand I fold
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| Darker than the back of my eyelid (woah)
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| Brighter than the morning sun (woah)
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| Maybe we can take a shotgun,
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| Or is this just a hit and run?
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| Is it all in the way you’re walking?
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| Or is it all in the way you move?
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| Cause I dont know if its the way you’re talking
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| God knows I’m into you.
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| Is it all in the way you’re walking?
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| Or is it all in the way you move?
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| Cause I dont know if its the way you’re talking
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| God knows I’m into you.
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| God knows I’m into you. |