| I turn around and I’m in your world
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| Your pleasure is my pain in your world
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| But dissatisfied, I’ll crawl to your world
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| And your body’s warmth
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| Will only leave me colder in my world
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| No, it’s not what I wanted
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| But she’s holding my hand
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| No, it’s not what I wanted
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| At least she’s holding my hand
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| Well, I’m inside out
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| I’m all inside out
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| Yes, she’s tearing me apart
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| Well, I’m inside out
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| This casual arrangement
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| Leaves a bitter taste
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| Our usual commitments
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| That’s just kill me and killing you
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| Well, our casual arrangement
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| Just leaves a bitter taste
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| Well, our usual commitments
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| Just killing me, killing you
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| And I wish it was
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| Oh, if I could change the world, I wish
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| Maybe if circumstances could allow, would allow
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| And you could come around again tonight
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| Oh, take me out of here
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| 'Cause I’m never coming home
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| Oh, take me out of here
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| 'Cause I’m never coming home
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| Well, I’m inside out
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| I’m all inside out
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| Yeah, she’s tearing me apart
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| Well, I’m inside out
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| Well, this casual arrangement
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| Leaves a bitter taste
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| Our usual commitments
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| That’s just killing me, killing you
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| We’d better change
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| We’d better change, change
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| We’d better change
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| We’d better change, change |