We don¡¯t own it
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You will know by the way
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That he cuts his eyes
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Looks away from the door
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That walked in you
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You will know it will go
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Down in history
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How sweet he was to you
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And all the others
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So hand it over
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Cause we don't own it
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It's in the mystery
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Our silent fantasy
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Cause i
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Nor you
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Could ever
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Know what it's like
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To have the night fall
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And be felled by the night
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No, we don't own it
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All you know is the way
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That he made you feel
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He made you feel safe enough
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To feel at all
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It's all there in the moment
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You understood
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That he's not going on
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And you're still going on
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So hand it over
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Cause we don't own it
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It's in the mystery
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Our silent fantasy
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Cause I
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Nor you
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Could ever
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Know what it's like
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To have the night fall
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And be felled by the night
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No, we don't own it
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It's his story
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Our subtle jealousy
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Cause i
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Nor you
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Could ever
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Know what it's like
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To have the night fall
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And be felled by the night
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No, we don't own it
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We don't own it
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| Joan As Policewoman |
