| There’s a set of rickety stairs
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| In between my heart and my head
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| And there ain’t much that ever bothers going up them
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| Here we go I’m at it again
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| And once it’s started it’s so tricky to stop
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| Suddenly reminded of things I thought I’d forgot
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| You’ve got me loosening up my grip on the plot
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| And it feels like
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| Your entrance just caused the temperature to rise
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| You’d got a look in your eyes
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| As you snuck in the side
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| And the place I thought I was at
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| Hasn’t yet invited me back
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| The trouble with the chase is it’s so easy
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| To crash
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| Why colour in the lines if you’re just painting
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| It black?
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| I thought they were kisses but apparently not
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| Do you end all your messages with an ‘X marks the spot'?
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| Just let me know when you want your socks
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| Knocking off
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| And It feels like
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| Your entrance just caused the temperature to rise
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| You’d got a look in your eyes as you snuck
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| In the side
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| Guess there’s nothing like the element
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| Of surprise |