| And I don’t like you when you’re never home
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| And I don’t like you when I’m sleeping alone
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| And I pick up the phone just to call you again
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| You never say never but you never say when
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| But I do, and I do like you
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| And I do, and I do like you
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| And I don’t like you when you call me out
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| And I don’t like you when you’re putting me down
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| Just picking me up on a Saturday night
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| All 'cause you had to, had to be right
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| And I do, and I do like you
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| And I do, and I do like you
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| Why does the street get louder when it gets dark
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| Why do I feel that sound in the pounding in the shape of my heart
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh
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| And I don’t like you when I feel I’ve been had
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| And I don’t like you when I go to bed mad
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| Just to wake up again in the middle of the night
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| Why do you leave, baby, why do we fight
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| But I do, and I do like you
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| And I do, and I do like you
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| Why does the street get louder when it gets dark
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| Why do I feel that sound in the pounding in the shape of my heart
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh
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| And I go away, but when I come home again
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| We’ll find a way to go back and re-begin
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| Back way to the stars
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| Back into our hearts
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| We can win
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| Why does the street get louder when it gets dark
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| Why do I feel that sound in the pounding in the shape of my heart
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh |