| Penny for your thoughts
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| Guess I’m a millionaire
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| Try to pay you off
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| But you don’t really care
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| Wish I could see straight through ya
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| Right underneath everything and fool ya
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| Shoot straight, no blanks, some kind of hell
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| Go round and round in a carousel
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| You got me dizzy, tripping, falling on the ground, yeah
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| You’re a blank page
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| I’m a white canvas
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| Who knows what we could be together?
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| Wet paint, caught you red handed
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| Who knows if this’ll be forever?
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| Run me under watercolors
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| Okay, let me be candid
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| Hmm, this won’t be forever
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| Forever
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| Maybe this is love, maybe Melodrama
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| Maybe you’re the one or you’re bad karma
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| Well you could be my vice, yeah
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| All that I need, everything I like, yeah
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| Shoot straight, no blanks, some kind of hell
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| And go round and round in a carousel
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| You got me dizzy, tripping, falling on the ground, oh
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| You’re a blank page
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| I’m a white canvas
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| Who knows what we could be together?
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| Wet paint, caught you red handed
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| Who knows if this’ll be forever?
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| Run me under watercolors
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| Okay, let me be candid
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| Hmm, this won’t be forever
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| Forever
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| No hide, no chase
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| Can’t say I never was honest
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| Lights on, no games
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| That no one wins
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| Oh, you’re a blank page
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| I’m a white canvas
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| Who knows what we could be together?
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| Wet paint, caught you red handed
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| Who knows if this’ll be forever?
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| Run me under watercolors
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| Okay, let me be candid
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| Hmm, this won’t be forever
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| Forever |