turning into something I can't cope
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with not having
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stop, stop it
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could I put my hands up
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and ask that you stop
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do I need to be in love
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I'm lost when it's just me
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with only a hope to make
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you happy enough to stay
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return the words, the looks
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I give you like they're falling out of me
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seconds change
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and at the end
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your face is inerasable
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true, I need to be in love
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I'm lost when it's just me
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with only a hope to make
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you happy enough
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do I need to be in love
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what is there otherwise from loving
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just takes a face
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to make everything else erase
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stop, stop it
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could I put my hands up
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and ask that you stop
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My Hands Up
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| Trespassers William |
