| Is it too late to say that I want you
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| More than a man should ever admit to.
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| Is it passe to claim that I need you
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| More than a man should ever commit to.
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| And I don’t care if I’m out of line.
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| I don’t care if we’re marking time.
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| And I don’t care if you’ll never be mine
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| Cause I’m yours.
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| She builds her temples out of tantrums.
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| She’s always running right to ruin.
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| She kiss like a brick, her lips are like ships,
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| She sails right through the thoughts you harbor.
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| Sweetheart don’t start.
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| Is it too late to say that I want you
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| More than a man should ever admit to.
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| Is it passe to claim that I need you
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| More than a man should ever commit to.
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| And I don’t care if I’m out of line.
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| I don’t care if we’re marking time.
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| And I don’t care if you’ll never be mine
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| Cause I’m yours.
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| Everybody knows this song, that they sing along.
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| I am going, watch me wave.
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| I am going away.
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| This time tomorrow,
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| You’ll never know where I’ll go.
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| Back to life, your heart’s alive?
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| Back to reality.
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| Back to life, you feel Frankenstein.
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| Back to reality.
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| And I don’t care if I’m out of line.
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| Back to reality.
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| And I don’t care if you’ll never be mine.
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| Back to reality.
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| Cut me off a slice of that Reggae Pie,
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| Cut me off a slice.
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| Cut me off a slice of that Reggae Pie,
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| Cut me off a slice.
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| Cut me off a slice of that Reggae Pie,
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| Cut me off a slice.
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| Cut me off a slice of that Reggae Pie,
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| Cut me off a slice. |