| If it’s not with you
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| There is no thing that makes want to settle down
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| I thought it was a bad cough
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| But never knew how much illusions hide a torture
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| Lonesome and forsaken with no gratitude
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| Who’s going to tell, devotion’s not the problem
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| It’s me against a wardrobe
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| Focused on the pain to see how we can get along
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| Doing things, getting better
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| I’ll move on
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| Together
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| The more I try the less I care about it
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| Together
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| And if you don’t see yourself in the mirror, forget what you did
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| Together
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| The more I try the less I care about it
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| I’m giving up my conscience for another
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| The only one I want is you
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| Things I wouldn’t do
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| Try to treat me like a friend, get another late call
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| I’ll lose you for another
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| Cause you can’t believe how much your pleasure is a factor
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| Writing down the logic of my solitude
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| As far as I’m concerned I’d like to leave it random
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| I’m acting like an orphan
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| Let me get to know you better to make me less attracted
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| Doing things, getting better
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| I’ll move on
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| Together
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| The more I try the less I care about it
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| Together
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| And if you don’t see yourself in the mirror, forget what you did
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| Together
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| The more I try the less I care about it
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| I’m giving up my conscience for another
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| The only one I want is you
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| Parisians all gone
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| Words they’re all gone
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| Let me tell you
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| (Mm, mm, mm)
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| Parisians all gone
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| Words they’re all gone
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| Parisians all gone
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| I’m giving up my conscience for another
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| The only one I want is you |