| I can see that now
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| I did this to myself
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| Your hair blew around
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| It was trying to tell me something
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| From its privileged position so close to your brain
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| It could see all the things that you couldn’t explain
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| It warned me your smile might get carried away
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| Starting games that your heart didn’t know how to play
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| You leaned over me and the V of your cleavage whispered:
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| «I believe that you can see
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| «you won’t get what you want from me
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| «won't get what you want from me»
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| (hey!)
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| «Could this not be what you want?
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| «I believe that you can see
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| «you won’t get what you want from me
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| «won't get what you want from me»
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| (hey!)
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| «Could this not be what you want from me?»
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| I can see that now
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| I did this to myself
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| I threw my love around
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| I barely noticed if you returned it
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| As I leaned ever closer you leaned more away
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| All that you wouldn’t give I thought I could just take
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| I said, «Baby please show me everything
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| «All the parts I don’t like I’m just not gonna see»
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| «I believe that you can see
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| «you won’t get what you want from me
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| «won't get what you want from me»
|
| (hey!)
|
| «Could this not be what you want?
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| «I believe that you can see
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| «you won’t get what you want from me
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| «won't get what you want from me»
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| (hey!)
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| «Could this not be what you want from me?» |