| Make sure nobody sees you leave
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| Hood over your head
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| Keep your eyes down
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| Tell your friends you’re out for a run
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| You’ll be flushed when you return
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| Take the road less traveled by
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| Tell yourself you can always stop
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| What started in beautiful rooms
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| Ends with meetings in parking lots
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| And that’s the thing about illicit affairs
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| And clandestine meetings
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| And longing stares
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| It’s born from just one single glance
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| But it dies and it dies and it dies
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| …a million little times
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| Leave the perfume on the shelf
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| That you picked out just for him
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| So you leave no trace behind
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| Like you don’t even exist
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| Take the words for what they are
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| A dwindling, mercurial high
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| A drug that only worked
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| The first few hundred times
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| And that’s the thing about illicit affairs
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| And clandestine meetings
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| And stolen stares
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| They show their truth one single time
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| But they lie and they lie and they lie
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| …a million little times
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| And you wanna scream
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| Don’t call me kid
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| Don’t call me baby
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| Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me
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| You showed me colors you know I can’t see with anyone else
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| Don’t call me kid
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| Don’t call me baby
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| Look at this idiotic fool that you made me
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| You taught me a secret language I can’t speak with anyone else
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| And you know damn well
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| For you I would ruin myself
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| …a million little times |