| She cript like a lion
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| never too far
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| some like the distance
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| some like the heart
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| once I was holding
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| and I tip tap two brides
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| I saw the way out
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| and imagine the feast out
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| trying to get it back
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| I remember the rush, the tear and the touch
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| trying to get it back
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| Is on from the street
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| And the sky fell in here repeating the line
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| How I want how I want you
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| How I want how I want you
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| How I want How I want you
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| How I want How I want you
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| she Oh latina
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| and ink get in her
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| Holding the guys
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| to me to come
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| and nothing you got to
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| it’s supose to resist her
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| I saw the way out
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| and imagine the distance
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| trying to get it back
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| I remember the rush, the tear and the touch
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| trying to get it back
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| I want to be free
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| But I thought that she’s repeating the line
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| How I want How I want you
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| How I want How I want you
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| How I want How I want you
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| How I want How I want you
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| Trying to get it back
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| I remember the rush, the tear and the touch
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| Trying to get it back
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| I want to be free
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| But I tought that she’s repeating the line
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| The skyes are rush
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| they’ve part in lights over us
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| some like the distance
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| some like
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| some like the heart
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| How I want How I want you
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| How I want How I want you
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| How I want How I want you
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| How I want How I want you
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| trying to get it back
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| How I want How I want you
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| How I want How I want you
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| trying to get it back
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| How I want How I want you
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| How I want How I want you |