| I know that I’m wrong
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| And now we’re both sitting in silence
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| But if it’s alright
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| I’ll wrap myself around your cold shoulder
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| You think you know me
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| Oh, do you really
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| Something you do, something you say
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| We don’t talk about it
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| You think you know me
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| Oh, do you really
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| There’s something about you
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| There’s something about you
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| (We don’t talk about it)
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| A bull without horns
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| I said nothing, so how come I’m blushing
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| And though you are warm
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| The cold lingers on the tip of your fingers
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| You think you know me
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| Oh, do you really
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| Something you do, something you say
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| We don’t talk about it
|
| You think you know me
|
| Oh, do you really
|
| There’s something about you
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| There’s something about you
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| You couldn’t change this mountain
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| You’ve got me chasing the sound but I just hear fractions
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| You couldn’t change this mountain
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| You’ve got me facing the sun but I just need direction
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| You think you know me
|
| Oh, do you really
|
| Something you do, something you say
|
| We don’t talk about it
|
| You think you know me
|
| Oh, do you really
|
| There’s something about you
|
| There’s something about you
|
| (We don’t talk about it) |