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I'd like to be the one to see |
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your loving mind at the start, |
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but I get claustrophobia |
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'cause there's too many boys in your heart. |
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I'd like to know how far you'd go |
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to use those lips of wine, |
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but I get claustrophobia |
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'cause there's too many boys on your mind. |
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Oh, oh, oh, one, two, three and now there's me, |
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you practice to deceive, |
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you lead me on another one, |
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I've got no room to breathe. |
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So bye-bye you who can't be true, |
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I'm leaving you behind, |
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'cause I get claustrophobia |
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'cause there's too many boys on your mind. |
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I get claustrophobia |
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'cause there's too many boys on your mind. |
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Oh, oh, oh, one, two, three and now there's me, |
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you practice to deceive, |
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you lead me on another one, |
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I've got no room to breathe. |
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So bye-bye you who can't be true, |
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I'm leaving you behind |
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'cause I get claustrophobia |
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'cause there's too many boys on your mind, |
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too many boys on your mind, |
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too many boys on your mind. |
