| When I get home
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| You better not be there
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| We're placing bets you won't
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| Shed your modesty
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| And the only thing to leave behind
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| Is your own skin on the floor
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| Don't you shy away
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| Manifest a ceiling
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| When you shy away
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| Searching for that feeling
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| Just like an "I love you" (Ooh, ooh)
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| That isn't words (Ooh, ooh)
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| Like a song he wrote, that's never heard
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| Don't you (Ssh)
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| When you get home
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| You barely recognize the pictures
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| They put in a frame
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| 'Cause you shed your modesty
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| Don't circle the track
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| Take what you have
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| And leave your skin on the floor
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| Don't you shy away
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| Manifest a ceiling
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| When you shy away
|
| Searching for that feeling
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| Just like an "I love you" (Ooh, ooh)
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| That isn't words (Ooh, ooh)
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| Like a song he wrote
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| That's never heard
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| When I get home
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| Boy, you better not be there
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| You're long gone
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| You shed your modesty
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| Don't circle the track
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| Just break the cycle in half
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| And leave your skin on the floor
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| Don't you shy away
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| Manifest a ceiling
|
| When you shy away
|
| Searching for that feeling
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| Just like an "I love you" (Ooh, ooh)
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| That isn't words (Ooh, ooh)
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| Like a song he wrote
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| That's never heard
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| That's never heard
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| An "I love you"
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| There isn't words
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| Like a song he wrote
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| That's never heard
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| Don't you shy away |