| Sitting at a bus stop
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| Trying to take my shoes off
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| But my laces are all knots and you
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| Looking for an answer to an old question
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| So easy I can’t explain it
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| And everything I say to you will probably come out wrong anyway
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| Made it to the trolley
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| Looking for my transfer
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| Cause the place is full of cops and you…
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| Looking for an answer to an old question
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| So easy I can’t explain it
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| And everything I say to you will probably come out wrong anyway
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| You take my seat again…
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| You take my seat again…
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| You take my seat again…
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| You take my seat again…
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| Late at the station
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| Feeling all wound up
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| Got to walk several blocks past you
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| Try to read a t-shirt
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| Thinks that I’m a pervert
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| Sorry, wasn’t getting fresh, but…
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| And everything I say to you will probably come out wrong anyway
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| There in front of me
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| It’s there in front of me
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| It’s there in front of me
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| It’s there in front of me
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| Sitting at a bus stop
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| Trying to take my shoes off
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| But my laces are all knots and you
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| Looking for an answer to an old question
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| So easy I can’t explain it
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| And everything I say to you will probably come out wrong anyway
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| Made it to the trolley
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| Looking for my transfer
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| Cause the place is full of cops and you… (You take my seat again…)
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| Looking for an answer to an old question
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| So easy I can’t explain it (You take my seat…)
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| And everything I say to you will probably come out wrong anyway
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| You take my seat again…
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| You take my seat again…
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| Here to my house
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| In no seconds
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| Count the footsteps
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| Count the seconds
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| Near my house…
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| In no seconds
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| Count the footsteps
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| Count the seconds |