| I hope you take these letters from my shelf
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| Right now you should know me better
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| Than I know myself
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| If I’m being perfectly honest
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| There’s no convoluted matter
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| For this time or space
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| And I feel out of place
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| So to myself I say
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| Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
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| Maybe I don’t love you like you do
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| Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
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| Maybe I don’t love you like you do
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| Maybe I don’t love you like you do
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| Maybe I don’t love you like you do
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| (Help, help, help, help)
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| Maybe I don’t love you like you do
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| Smoke screens it’s all just flashing lights
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| But you see a side on the nice
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| Tomorrow is already upon us
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| As love seems to be a thing of yesterday
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| So I feel out of place
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| And to myself I say
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| Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
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| Maybe I don’t love you like you do
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| Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
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| Maybe I don’t love you like you do
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| Maybe I don’t love you like you do
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| Maybe I don’t love you like you do
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| (Help, help, help, help)
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| Maybe I don’t love you like you do
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| Maybe I don’t love you like you do
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| Maybe I don’t love you like you do
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| (Help me, help me)
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| Maybe I don’t love you like you do
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| (Help me, help me)
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| Maybe I don’t love you like you do |