| Sweetness, sweetness never suits me
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| When I get up to take you home
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| Maybe it’s love, love at first slightly drunk
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| Now I’m walking with the sun in my mouth
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| Worry, worry is a well
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| Gonna let it fall tonight from where we stand
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| What can’t be decided
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| In the morning it will bring itself to you
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| I can see what’s coming, but I’m not saying it
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| Sickness, weakness at the thought, of how you’re going to play
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| How long should I stay?
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| Promises, promises never cease to assist it
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| And now I’m back on my back, please bite your word
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| Hurry, hurry to believe
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| I can always trust, as much as you deceive
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| What can’t be decided
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| In the morning it will bring itself to you
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| I can see what’s coming, but I’m not saying it
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| What’s your middle name? |
| How do you play the game?
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| I’ll be the first to leave
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| When did I grow up? |
| I don’t want to say too much
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| I’ll be the first to leave
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| What can’t be decided
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| In the morning it will bring itself to you
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| What can’t be decided
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| Can fool you into thinking maybe you can choose
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| I can see what’s coming
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| I can see what’s coming
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| I can see what’s coming
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| But I’m not saying it |