| I love the way you talk
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| The way you’re askin' me please, over and over
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| It’s getting hard to stop the shakin' in my knees, over and over
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| I love the lines we draw, amber and indigo
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| Oh my baby love, you make the heavens show
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| You make me cry, cry, cry, cry
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| You make me cry, cry, cry, cry
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| This ain’t no silly woah
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| I’m not wrecking my metaphors whole
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| I’ll take it by the horns then ride like I’m queen of it all
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| When I’m righteous or ready
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| When I’m callous or crazy
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| When I’m crowning the top of the world
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| When my power is frightening and my destiny’s shining
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| Know that I’m always your girl
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| You make me cry, cry, cry, cry
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| You make me cry, cry, cry, cry
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| You make me cry, cry, cry, cry
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| You make me cry, cry, cry, cry
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| (You don’t know me at all)
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| (You know you make)
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| You make me cry from deep down inside
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| You make the stars fall down
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| Fall from the sky like the 4th of July
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| You make my tears come down
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| You make me cry, cry, cry, cry
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| You make me cry, cry, cry, cry
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| You make me cry, cry, cry, cry
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| You make me cry, cry, cry, cry |