| You tell me that you’re not the kind of girl
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| You know thyself like you know this funny world
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| But a season is a season, not a pearl
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| And I catch you, I catch you, I catch you
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| Put a song on, tell me that you’re wrong
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| Put a song on, come lie with me
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| Now you move slow
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| Now you’re letting go
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| Now you move slow, come lie with me
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| And if I could find a reason not to be
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| I catch you, I catch you, I catch you
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| You keep a golden tree above your breast
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| A father’s promise that you never read
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| Trusting’s quite a stranger, you confess
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| But I trust you, I trust you, I trust you
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| Put a song on, tell me that you’re wrong
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| Put a song on, come lie with me
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| Now you move slow
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| Now you’re letting go
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| Now you move slow, come lie with me
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| And if I could find a reason not to be
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| I catch you, I catch you, I catch you
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| Morning always gets it in the end
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| Somebody sings, «it's happening again»
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| You smile like I’m a lover or a friend
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| But if you knew, if you knew, if you knew about me
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| You’d put a song on, tell me that you’re wrong
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| Put a song on, come lie with me |
| Now you move slow
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| Now you’re letting go
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| Now you move slow, come lie with me
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| And if I could find a reason not to be
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| I catch you, I catch you, I catch you |