We get sick when we get started
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What you got is what you wanted
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I sleep in a lake of navy
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I know how many times you played my song
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Thirty-one
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And the colour of my modern heart
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Broken smile, broken art
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I wonder how you ever made it
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Holy shit, you sure can turn it on
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You're twenty-one
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Do you, do you, do you know
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What's in my head when I'm below you?
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Do I, do I, do I know you?
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Do I, do I, do I make you hum?
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Everybody's got somebody that they're looking for
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Everybody's got somebody that they're looking for
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I want you to make a mess of me
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In all my Sunday best
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I'll get dressed and I'll get ready
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Hold it, hold it, hold it steady
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I will take the time to make it
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Just so you've the chance to break it
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We get sick when we get started
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What you got is what you wanted
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What you got is broken hearted, broken hearted
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I watch you when you wonder how you ever made it
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I start shaking when you shake it
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Holy shit, you sure can turn it on
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Do you, do you, do you know
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What's in my head when I'm below you?
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Do I, do I, do I know you?
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Do I, do I, do I make you hum?
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Everybody's got somebody that they're looking for
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Everybody's got somebody that they're looking for
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Everybody's got somebody that they're looking for
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Everybody's got somebody that they're looking for
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We get sick when we get started
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What you got is what you wanted
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What you wanted
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Sunday Best
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