| Slave to the game of insecurity
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| I’m the first one to go his way
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| So she as her … (?)
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| From me because she’s my honey bee
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| And know one knows I’ve been here before
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| In this room, the very same dance floor
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| Oh I’ve walked this floor
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| And it gets so hard for me to change you
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| Yeah it gets so hard if I change all those things that I do
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| Same as before
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| Different now it’s a chore
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| Don’t play a game you’ll see that
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| You’ll leave me wanting more oh oh oh
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| Same as before
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| Different now it’s a chore
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| Well play a game you’ll see
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| You’ll leave me wanting more oh oh oh
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| Slave to the game of this insecurity
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| A game that’s always out to get me
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| So be here when I get home
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| Oh to me it’s always been the same
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| You’ve been a naughty girl going out again
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| Oh in the dark again
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| But it gets so hard for me to change you
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| Yeah it gets so hard if I change all those things that I do
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| Same as before
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| Different now it’s a chore
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| Don’t play a game you’ll see
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| You’ll leave me wanting more oh oh oh
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| Same as before
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| Different now it’s a chore
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| Play a game you’ll see that
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| You’ll leave me wanting more oh oh oh |