| It’s morning
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| And you’re still right here with me
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| I wish I could call in
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| And take off the rest of the week
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| I know your girl’s thinkin'
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| Where the hell can you be?
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| But the good love that you’re giving to me
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| It’s a shame you’ve got to leave me, baby
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| You don’t belong to me
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| And I don’t belong to you
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| No matter how hard we try
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| We’re still on borrowed time
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| You still go home to her
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| So you can’t belong to me
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| Although it feels so right
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| We’re still on borrowed time
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| Somehow I wish I’d find some way
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| To make you all mine and I mean only mine
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| You feel so good, how good? |
| Too good
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| My heart says it’s no use 'cause you’re leavin' soon
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| We’ll never get away
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| Still day by day
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| But it’s killin' me, oh yes, it’s killin' me
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| 'Cause I know that you’re feelin' me, baby
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| You don’t belong to me
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| And I don’t belong to you
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| No matter how hard we try
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| We’re still on borrowed time
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| You still go home to her
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| So you can’t belong to me
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| Although it feels so right
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| We’re still on borrowed time
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| You gotta stop callin' me
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| And tellin' me
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| I’m where you’d rather be
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| It’s been nineteen weeks
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| And you’re still playin' your games everyday, no
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| I would never ever want to hurt her, no no
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| So I’ll take the initiative and let you go
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| Until you’re ready to come home to me
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| You don’t belong to me
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| And I don’t belong to you
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| No matter how hard we try
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| We’re still on borrowed time
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| Baby, the hardest thing is gonna be
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| Is gonna be getting over you so easy
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| You know when I gave you my all everyday
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| But it’s best for all of us to move on
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| 'Cause no matter what I think we’ll be
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| You’ll never belong to me
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| You don’t belong to me
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| And I don’t belong to you
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| No matter how hard we try
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| We’re still on borrowed time
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| You still go home to her
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| So you can’t belong to me
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| Although it feels so right
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| We’re still on borrowed time
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| Somehow, some way
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| All mine, only mine
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| So good, too good
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| Whoa, too much borrowed time
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| You don’t belong to me
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| And I don’t belong to you
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| No matter how hard we try
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| We’re still on borrowed time
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| You still go home to her
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| So you can’t belong to me
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| Although it feels so right
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| We’re still on borrowed time |