| You’re captivating while evading
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| all the questions I have for you like,
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| «What exactly makes you tick?»
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| When the guilt sets in tell me what exactly are we going to do?
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| Your tongue is wet with a top secret passion
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| I hope I am the cause of it
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| I’ll navigate this unsturdy vessel filled with a soft sea pillows and blankets
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| And I fight the urge to explore
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| the vastness of your curse I adore
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| You know I, I hate you
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| No, I hate you more
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| You know I, I love you
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| No, I love you more
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| Yes, it’s true
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| You’ve brainwashed me and now I’m more confused
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| I still somehow hope I end up with you
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| Yes, it’s true
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| I romanticize every single thing I do Especially when it comes to you
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| I’ve sunken in the quicksands of love
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| and I don’t want you to rescue me Screw what my supposed friends think
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| It’s obvious they reek of jealousy
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| It’s obvious they reek of jealousy
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| And I fight the urge to explore
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| the vastness of your curse I adore
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| You know I, I hate you
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| No, I hate you more
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| You know I, I love you
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| No, I love you more
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| Yes, it’s true
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| You’ve brainwashed me and now I’m more confused
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| I still somehow hope I end up with you
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| Yes, it’s true
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| I romanticize every single thing I do Especially when it comes to you
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| I hope to God I mean a little more then the sounds that escape your tired 4 A.M.
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| lips
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| And oh-how I wish I meant a little more then a symphony of heavy breathing and
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| the friction of hips
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| Yes, it’s true
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| You’ve brainwashed me and now I’m more confused
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| I still somehow hope I end up with you
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| Yes, it’s true
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| I romanticize every single thing I do Especially when it comes to you |