I remember all the times
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The song, the melody, the rhyme
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Recurring in my mind when I met you
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But it feels so strange
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Is this all arranged?
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All arranged by you
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Yeah was nothing true?
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And now you look past my eyes
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As if you're waiting for a vice
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To have a cause to leave again
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You're going to take it without a feeling
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Making your relation tactical
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Do you really want to offend me in this way
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Don't say: what do I care
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I behold
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You're so cold
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Live and win
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By your maxim
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You say all your freedom's gone
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You're sure of where you belong
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Now you must budge from my side
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I don't understand
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Don't you need a hand
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A hand of tenderness
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What do you repress?
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So we're here at daggers drawn
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After calm now comes the storm
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I never wanted this variance
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You're going to take it without a feeling
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Making your relation tactical
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Do you really want to offend me in this way
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Don't say: what do I care
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I behold
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You're so cold
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Live and win
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By your maxim
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Never go back to where you come from
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You gotta act with intellect
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Oh it feels so strange
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Is this all arranged
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Was nothing true
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Is this all arranged
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Is this arranged
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Arranged by you
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Never go back to where you come from
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You gotta act with intellect
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Never go back to where you come from
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You gotta act with intellect
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Acting With Intellect
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Secrecy |