| I wanna tell you
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| But I can’t spit it out
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| Tr tr tr tripping on my tongue and my mouth is stiff
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| Feels like I’m hanging off the edge of a cliff
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| And my eyes can’t pick a pocket
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| Where they’re happy to stick
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| I’m running from the point
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| Babe I’m missing a trick
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| With you
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| My line is up but girl I’m missing my cue
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| Can’t you give me a fix
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| I’m craving confidence
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| I reek of sweat and teenage innocence
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| I want you so
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| But I know you’ll never know
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| Cause I’m too shy for the hometown girls
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| I wanna tell you but I’m sick with the fright
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| Sl sl sl slipping up I’m caught in the light of lust
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| I get the feeling that you ain’t too fussed
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| My head feels heavy as the regret sinks in
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| I shouldn’t be afraid to take it on the chin
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| But I duck
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| I miss that jab but I’m hit with the hook |