| Staring at you
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| distant as a magazine
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| I’ve never felt so helpless
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| time it seems to me
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| I’m waking from a dream
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| You’ve left me feeling restless.
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| I try to dance you out of my head
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| I try to get you in my arms
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| The smell of you hangs in my bed
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| To what you might’ve thrown along
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| and every mirror i see your face
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| and every room i hear your voice.
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| I try ot dance you out of my head
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| Sometimes there hardly is no choice
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| Staring at you
|
| Distant as a magazine
|
| I’ve never felt so helpless
|
| Time it seems to me
|
| I’m waking from a dream
|
| I try to dance you out of my head
|
| I try to get you in my arms
|
| The smell of you hangs in my bed
|
| To what you might’ve thrown along
|
| and everywhere i see your face
|
| and every room i hear your voice.
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| I try to DANCE YOU OUT of my head
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| Sometimes there hardly is no choice
|
| I try to dance you out my head
|
| I try to get you in my arms
|
| The smell of you hangs in my bed
|
| in every mirror i see your face
|
| I try to dance u out of my head
|
| Sometimes there hardly is no choice… |