| It’s just something in the way you move
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| I’m certain that I’ll circle back to you
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| I wonder if you do it too
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| 'Cause I’m caught in you so often I forget who’s who
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| You’re on my mind
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| Am I out of line?
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| Lend me your clothes
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| I’ll lend you mine
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| Could you take me in?
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| I wanna be inside
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| I’m buzzing at the thought of being you and I
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| Tangle me into your limbs
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| (The mystery is killing me)
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| Spill your secrets to me, skin to skin
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| Sit back and I’ll paint your portrait
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| The softest of lines
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| The rest is so unimportant
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| Right now you’re mine, right now you’re mine
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| It’d help me fill the void I guess
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| To feel you resting in the space below my neck
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| And I know I tend to make mess
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| But I promise that I’ll try to keep myself in check
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| It floods my mind
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| Being intertwined
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| Lend me your heart
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| I’ll lend you mine
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| I need your skin
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| I want your time
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| I don’t wanna be without you for another night
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| Tangle me into your limbs
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| (The mystery is killing me)
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| Spill your secrets to me, skin to skin
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| Sit back and I’ll paint your portrait
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| The softest of lines
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| The rest is so unimportant
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| Right now you’re mine, right now you’re mine
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| I know that you’re so preoccupied
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| I shouldn’t even try
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| But I could make you feel like you’re supposed to
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| If only for one night
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| Instead of chasing doves
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| We could fake some love
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| And make pretend for a while
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| I know that you’re so preoccupied
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| But maybe for one night
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| You could
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| Tangle me into your limbs
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| (The mystery is killing me)
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| Spill your secrets to me, skin to skin
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| Sit back and I’ll paint your portrait
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| The softest of lines
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| The rest is so unimportant
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| Right now you’re mine, right now you’re mine |