| I could show you a million things
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| But it wouldn’t matter if you’re not here
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| And I could write you a billion songs
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| But it wouldn’t matter if you’re not listening
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| We always get in to your car but
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| We don’t know where we are going
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| We never make it very far
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| But we like the taste of running away
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| He is waiting for me
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| He says it doesn’t matter
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| But I’m coming home
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| But when I’m laying with him
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| I know that I shouldn’t go
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| Oh he, he’s been wandering for a while
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| Wondering where he’s gonna find me
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| He knows that I’m like a child
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| I am not that good at hiding, ooooh
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| It’s not your fault, but mine
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| It’s not your fault
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| It’s not your fault, but mine
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| It’s not your fault, but mine
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| It is not your fault
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| I get really high, and then really low
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| And I don’t know why
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| It’s not your fault, but mine
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| It is not your fault
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| I get really high, and then really low
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| And I don’t know why
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| He, he’s been wandering for a while
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| Wondering where he’s gonna find me
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| He knows that I’m like a child
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| I am not that good at hiding, ooooh
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| It’s not your fault, but mine
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| It’s not your fault
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| It’s not your fault, but mine (it's not your fault)
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| (It's not your fault, but mine) |