I¡¯ve been wasting time
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Clawing my way to you
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Taking no prisoners with my romantic crimes
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I¡¯ve been holding on imagining glimpses of you
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Holding my breath while you come down the pike
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Spinning my wheels round
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I¡¯m here, dodging bullets til you
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Ear to the ground
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I¡¯m dodging bullets til you
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I¡¯ve been taking notes
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Nursing the thought of you
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Research and deliver cuz I¡¯m biding my time
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I¡¯ve been holding on this magnet that calls to you
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Entertaining myself with these consolation prizes
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Spinning my wheels round
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I¡¯m here, dodging bullets til you
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Ear to the ground
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I¡¯m dodging bullets til you
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They¡¯ve become too fond
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But mere place holders to you
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They fill the dance card
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As you form in my mind
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Spinning my wheels round
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I¡¯m here, dodging bullets til you
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Ear to the ground
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I¡¯m here, dodging bullets til you
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Til you
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Til You
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| Alanis Morissette |
