| You’re being coy with me?
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| You were timorous and got me in the palm of your hand
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| I’m just an idiot wrecking my way to you
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| But I still get to be your man
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| Out of my mind
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| There never was a method to my madness, it’s true
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| But I’m out of my mind for you
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| What drives a man to madness?
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| What makes a man come unglued?
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| What liberates the slaves of sadness?
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| It must be someone like you
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| I leave a mess in my wake and I call it mistakes
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| But you were puckering up and demure
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| And now you wear my ring and so you got what it takes
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| To make me into something more and baby, that’s so allure
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| Out of my mind with what must be divinity
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| That brings you to me, but I’m out of my mind
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| My love is ever true, so baby, why not let the truth set you free?
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| What drives a man to madness?
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| What makes a man come unglued?
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| What liberates the slaves of sadness?
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| It must be someone like you
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| What drives a man to madness?
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| What makes a man come unglued?
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| What liberates the slaves of sadness?
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| It must be someone like you
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| What drives a man to madness?
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| What makes a man come unglued?
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| What liberates the slaves of sadness?
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| It must be someone like you |