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I can't seem to feel the envy, I should feel |
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Or maybe I don't need the sour side of love, of love |
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No, I don't care his breath is in your hair |
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Well, I don't care his skin is still |
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Between the still on fold of your sheets |
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Send him away |
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Send him away, send him away |
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Send him away, send him away |
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I don't mean to claim or own you or maybe I would like to |
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But I need whatever side of love is there |
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No, I don't care his breath is in your hair |
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Well, I don't care his skin is still |
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Between the still on fold of your sheets |
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From the fold of your sheets |
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Send him away |
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Send him away, send him away |
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Send him away, send him away |
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Send him away, send him away |
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Send him away, send him away |