| She wasn’t something I expected
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| She wasn’t something that I planned
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| But something in me gets corrected
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| When she is in my hands
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| It’s in the way I need to kiss her
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| Like a prescription for my pain
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| I’m a complicated picture
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| In a shape that’s hard to frame
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| But it’s like she was made for me
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| She touches me just right
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| Like she was made for me
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| Even how we fight’s
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| Like she was made for me
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| Oh, her voice is like a key that opens
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| Every door inside of me
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| That I’ve kept closed
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| And she smiles like she knows
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| She was made for me
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| She’s not the shoulder that you cry on
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| No she doesn’t lift you from your lows
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| And she can tick just like a time bomb
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| But I love the way she blows
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| And she can make you want to cave in
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| She can make you want to run
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| She’s like a bullet that’s misshapen
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| But she slides right in my gun
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| Like she was made for me
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| She touches me just right
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| Like she was made for me
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| Even how we fight’s
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| Like she was made for me
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| Oh, her voice is like a key that opens
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| Every door inside of me
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| That I’ve kept closed
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| And she smiles like she knows
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| She was made for me
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| Something heavy clicks
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| Something broken binds
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| When I feel her lips
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| Lock into mine
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| Underneath my skin
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| In a place nobody sees
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| She feels me in
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| Like a missing piece
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| Made for me |