Oh, by the way, just back away
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She's nothing but trouble
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Go far away, just run away
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She's nothing but trouble
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Feel content with your place
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Well inside the human race
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You were built
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as a fortress of the unnamed spirit
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Powered up, she breaks in,
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bombs is ticking from within
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And your heart
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now is racing in a race you never win
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So you get up and go
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Go to her and let her know that you
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have been waiting
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(repeat chorus)
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Time has passed
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Not so good
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Not the way you thought it would
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A private hell,
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but you act so happy when you with her
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She picks your friend, picks your clothes
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tells you when any where to go
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The gruesome surgery of love
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And now you want back your life
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And you pray for just a quick goodbye
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(repeat chorus)
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So it goes
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Senses slow, start transmission
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Back to a place, you erase in your mind
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Where you can breathe, sights relieved
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And you are free
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(repeat chorus)
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Nothing but trouble
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Nuno Bettencourt |