| We may be the perfect team
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| And we may say the slate’s wiped clean
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| I suppose, but then time gets to me
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| And my mind doesn’t sleep I just think and I think and I think
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| I think I may have gone and done it again
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| The ebb and flow I feel inside of my chest
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| That fleeting feeling leaving me with regret
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| I’m upset, you’re upset, make-up sex
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| Yeah, we may be the perfect team
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| But tonight it’s just her and me in a bed
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| Yeah, I’m at it again
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| And my mind doesn’t stop 1 o’clock 2 o’clock 3 o’clock
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| «My phone was dead and I was out with Annette
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| I swear to God that she is only a friend»
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| That alibi I’ll stand behind to the end
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| I’m upset, she’s upset, make-up sex
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| And I know you know, I know you know
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| I know you know that I can’t come home and I sing
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| I’m looking down at her eyes from above, but maybe I’m in love, maybe I’m in
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| love
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| I can’t explain as I crawl towards the cup, but maybe I’m in love,
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| maybe I’m in love
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| I fuel the fire in her eyes from above, but maybe I’m in love, maybe I’m in love
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| I feed her lies as I crawl towards the cup, but maybe I’m in love,
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| maybe I’m in love |