| All the things you try to tell me
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| Don’t really make no sense at all
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| Then you say you always loved me
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| But I don’t feel it when you won’t even call
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| I can’t feel it, baby, where’s this love?
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| That boy you say you have for me? |
| Whoa
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| I can’t touch it, baby, seems like nothin' never really comes for free
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| I can’t see your heart
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| Your words keep pouring down all over me, whoa
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| All this fighting but we’re high, oh
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| Won’t you please just come on down with me?
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| I can’t see your heart
|
| Your words keep pouring down all over me, whoa
|
| All this fighting but we’re high, oh
|
| Won’t you please just come on down with me?
|
| All the things you try to tell me
|
| Don’t really make no sense at all
|
| Then you say you always loved me
|
| But I don’t feel it when you won’t even call
|
| I can’t feel it, baby, where’s this love?
|
| That boy you say you have for me? |
| Whoa
|
| I can’t touch it, baby, seems like nothin' never really comes for free
|
| I can’t see your heart
|
| Your words keep pouring down all over me, woah
|
| All this fighting but we’re high, oh
|
| Won’t you please just come on down with me?
|
| I can’t see your heart
|
| Your words keep pouring down all over me, woah
|
| All this fighting but we’re high, oh
|
| Won’t you please just come on down with me? |