| If you wanna slip away to my place
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| Let me know, let me know, let me know, let me know
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| If you think it would be right to sit beside me
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| Let me know, let me know, let me know, let me know
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| I wouldn’t fight it, the realizing
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| You might be what’s in my head
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| I wouldn’t write it if it wasn’t right there
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| In the weeds and the water bill
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| If you wanna slip away to my place
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| Let me know, let me know, let me know, let me know
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| If you think it would be right to sit beside me
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| Let me know, let me know, let me know, let me know
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| Don’t love the new ways
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| Don’t see the point of it, point of it, point of it
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| Don’t love the old ways
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| But I, I love the old things
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| And I gotta have my old flame too
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| Don’t love the new ways
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| Don’t see the point of it, point of it, point of it
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| Don’t love the old ways
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| But I, I love the old things
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| And I gotta have my old flame too
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| Gotta have my old flame too
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| If you wanna slip away to my place
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| Let me know, let me know, let me know, let me know
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| If you think it would be right to sit beside me
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| Let me know, let me know, let me know, let me know |