| How do I get closer to you
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| When you keep it all on mute?
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| How will i know the right way to love you?
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| Usually the queen of figuring out
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| Breaking down the man is no workout
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| But I have no clue how to get through to you.
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| I want to hit you just to see if you cry
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| I keep knocking on wood hoping there’s a real boy inside
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| But you’re not a man
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| You’re just a mannequin
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| I wish you could feel that my love is real
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| But you’re not a man
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| I wish I could just turn you on
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| Put a battery in and make you talk
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| Even pull a string for you say anything
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| But with you there is no guarantee
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| Only expired warantee
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| A bunch of broken parts
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| And I can’t seem to find your heart
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| I’m such a fool X3
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| Yeah
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| This one’s out of my hands
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| I can’t put you back together again
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| Cuz you’re not a man
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| You’re just a mannequin
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| I wish you could feel that my love is real
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| But you’re not a man.
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| You’re just a toy
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| Could you ever be a real real boy
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| And understand?
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| But you’re not a man.
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| If the past is the problem a future could solve them maybe
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| I could bring you life if you let me inside baby
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| It’ll hurt but in the end
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| You’ll be a man
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| You’re not a man
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| You’re just a mannequin
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| I wish you could feel that my love is real
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| A toy
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| Could you ever be a real real boy
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| And understand?
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| But you’re not a man.
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| You’re not a man
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| You’re just a mannequin.
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| I wish you could feel that my love is real
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| But you’re not a man. |