| Something in you caused me to
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| Take a new tact with you
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| You were going through something
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| I had just about scraped through
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| Why do you think I let you get away
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| With the things you say to me?
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| Could it be I like you?
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| It’s so shameful of me — I like you
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| No one I ever knew
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| Or have spoken to resembles you
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| This is good or bad
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| All depending on my general mood
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| Why do you think I let you get away
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| With all the things you say to me?
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| Could it be I like you?
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| It’s so shameful of me — I like you
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| Magistrates who spend their lives
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| Hiding their mistakes
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| They look at you and I
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| And envy makes them cry
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| Envy makes them cry
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| Forces of containment
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| They shove their fat faces into mine
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| You and I just smile
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| Because we’re thinking the same line
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| Why do you think I let you get away
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| With all the things you say to me?
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| Could it be I like you?
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| It’s so shameful of me — I like you
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| You’re not right in the head
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| And nor am I, and this is why
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| You’re not right in the head
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| And nor am I, and this is why
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| This is why I like you, I like you, I like you
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| This is why I like you, I like you, I like you
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| Because you’re not right in the head
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| And nor am I, and this is why
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| You’re not right in the head
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| And nor am I, and this is why
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| This is why I like you, I like you, I like you… |