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I am a spy spying on myself |
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A tragic subject |
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And in this life, |
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a million musty reasons for a clumsy feeling |
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In the melancholy boxing of a lover's conversation |
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I hope you never, never, never, never know |
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Chorus: |
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Every word, every lover's sign has been said before |
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Every squeeze, every tricky touch we feel has been felt before |
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Every word, every lover's sign has been said before |
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Every squeeze, every tricky touch we feel has been felt before |
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We whisper favors like holding to forever |
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and believe in these things |
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But I'm a spy, spying on forever |
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It's an awesome vision |
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The charming talking talking's evening pointing to their masks and leaving |
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I hope you never, never, never, never know |
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Chorus: |
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Every word, every lover's sign has been said before |
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Every squeeze, every tricky touch we feel has been felt before |
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Every word, every lover's sign has been said before |
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Every squeeze, every tricky touch we feel has been felt before |
