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[Verse 1] |
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There's no greater sight than you in your underwear removing mine |
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And I've never felt this good |
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There's not a news flash that could deflate my mood |
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Oh his clothes on your floor |
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I recognise this decor |
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I've been here before |
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[Chorus] |
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And I can't I can't keep-keeping up with these curveballs |
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And the more I try, the more my back's against the wall |
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And I can't I can't keep-keeping up with these curveballs |
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Curveballs |
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[Verse 2] |
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Who and why, how? |
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I tend to focus on the past and not the now |
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I'll be over this soon |
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But some images adhere like super glue |
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Six hands in one bed |
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Could he not afford the rent |
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This won't end |
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[Chorus] |
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What you expect me to say when the paintings I paint start to leap out their frames |
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Sweetheart, what you want me to say |
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[Chorus] |
