| I sorta noticed you were all over me
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| And never would I let you were
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| A clown
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| And before I knew it you were there
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| And you climb in the window and
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| Think you struck gold you didn’t
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| You kind ripped up my soul
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| And I held on for dear life
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| Hoped you would leave you did
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| You kind ripped up my soul, soul
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| You wanted everything I got and you
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| Gave nothing at all, you held me down
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| And I hope you’re dying, but who isn’t
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| And you put on your overcoat faking
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| Your business
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| You kinda ripped up my soul
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| And you’re taking a liberty and now I
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| Hate you for it, you kinda ripped
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| Up my soul
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| And you’re talking I hope I cannot hear
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| And I’m hoping you go away and then let
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| Me be yeah
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| And you climb in the window and
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| Think you struck gold you didn’t
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| You kinda ripped up my soul
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| And I held on for dear life
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| Hoped you would leave you did
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| You kinda ripped up my soul
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| Soul
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| Soul
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| Soul |