| This poor trace
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| A striking resemblance to incidents that I’ve
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| I’ve endured before
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| And you walk away, you take everything you own for granted
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| And you take everything you own for granted
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| Although everything I said was just a picture in my head
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| I think we can make it
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| Although everything I said was just a picture in my head
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| I think we can make it
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| And this looks exactly like something
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| That’s happened to me before
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| And the letters you’ve written will never get here
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| And when you walk away you take everything you own for granted
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| And you take everything you own for granted
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| Although everything I said was just a picture in my head
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| I think we could make it
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| Although everything I said was just a picture in my head
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| I think we could make it
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| I’m burning up, my face is flushed
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| Oh, my fever is rising
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| I’m burning up, my face is flushed
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| My fever is rising
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| Muscles weakening
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| And I am leaping at opportunities to touch you
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| And it’s becoming glaringly obvious
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| That I’m still walking after you
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| I’m still walking after you
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| I’m still walking after you
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| I’m still walking after you
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| I’m still walking after you
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| I’m still walking after you
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| (Walking after you)
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| I’m still walking after you
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| I’m still walking after you
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| I’m still walking after you
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| (After you, after you) |