| Maybe we could have been friends
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| If I met you in another life
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| Maybe then we could pretend
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| There’s no gravity in the words we write
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| Maybe you didn’t mean it
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| Maybe «blonde» was the only rhyme
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| The only rhyme
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| Want my heart to be breakin', breakin', no
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| I’m happy and you hate it, hate it, oh
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| And I’m not asking you to let it go
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| But you been tellin' your side
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| So I’ll be telling mine
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| Oh
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| You can try
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| To get under my, under my, under my skin
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| While h’s on mine
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| Yeah, all on my, all on my, all on my skin
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| I wish you knew that even you
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| Can’t get under my skin if I don’t let you in
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| You’re tellin' it how you see it
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| Like truth is whatever you decide
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| Some people will believe it
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| And some will read in between the lines
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| You’re putting me in the spotlight
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| But I’ve been under it all my life
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| Said all my life
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| Want my heart to be breakin', breakin', no
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| I’m happy and you hate it, hate it, oh
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| And I’m not asking you to let it go
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| But you been tellin' your side
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| So I’ll be telling mine, mine
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| You can try
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| To get under my, under my, under my skin
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| While he’s on mine
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| Yeah, all on my, all on my, all on my skin
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| I wish you knew that even you
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| Can’t get under my skin if I don’t let you in, oh
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| You can try
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| To get under my, under my, under my skin
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| While he’s on mine
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| Yeah, all on my, all on my, all on my skin
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| I wish you knew that even you
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| Can’t get under my skin if I don’t let you in, oh
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| I just hope that one day
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| We both can laugh about it
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| When it’s not in our face
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| Won’t have to dance around it
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| Don’t drive yourself insane
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| It won’t always be this way
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| You can try
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| To get under my, under my, under my skin
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| While he’s on mine
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| Yeah, all on my, all on my, all on my skin
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| I wish you knew that even you
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| Can’t get under my skin if I don’t let you in |