| I think I could give myself up to you
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| 'Cause you pushed your way through my attitude
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| But a taste of life on the tip of my tongue
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| Won’t let me forget, it just reminds me
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| Of all the things I’ve been fed
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| And all the magazines that I’ve read
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| I’m suspicious of what you said
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| How long can we be this way?
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| How long can we live this way?
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| Will twisted tongues bring us down
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| Or this twisted world we’re living in
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| Or am I the one that’s twisted too?
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| Thinking we’ll make it through
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| Lipstick smiles bring me worries
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| When I imagine you with somebody else
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| That’s when I know you got me twisted, baby
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| Oh, these wicked jealousies could bring us down
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| Every woman to herself
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| Every man is his own
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| When I’m with you the feeling’s stronger
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| Poeple think I got you wrong, I wonder
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| How long can we be this way?
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| How long can we love this way?
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| Will twisted tongues bring us down?
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| Or this twisted world we’re living in
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| Or am I the one that’s twisted too?
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| Thinking we’ll make it through
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| The thought of saying I’ll give you everything I got
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| Seems so empty 'cause it’s stereotype
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| To protect my, my sanity
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| How long can we live this way?
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| How long can we love this way?
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| Will twisted tongues bring us down?
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| Or this twisted world we’re living in
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| Or am I the one that’s twisted too?
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| Thinking we’ll make it through |