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You think I'll run, not walk, to you |
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Why would I want to talk to you? |
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I want you crawling back to me |
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Down on your knees, yeah |
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Like an appendectomy |
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Sans anesthesia |
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You think you can leave the past behind |
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You must be out of your mind |
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If you think you can simply press rewind |
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You must be out of your mind, son |
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You must be out of your mind |
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You want what you turned off turned on |
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You call it sunset, now it's dawn |
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You can't go round just saying stuff |
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Because it's pretty |
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And I no longer drink enough |
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To think you're witty... |
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You think you can leave the past behind |
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You must be out of your mind |
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If you think you can simply press rewind |
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You must be out of your mind, son |
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You must be out of your mind |
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You want to kindle that old flame |
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I don't remember your real name |
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It must be something scandalous |
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Lurks in your shallows |
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If you needed Santa Claus |
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To buy your gallows... |
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You think you can leave the past behind |
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You must be out of your mind |
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If you think you can simply press rewind |
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You must be out of your mind, son |
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You must be out of your mind |
