Something tells me when something's wrong
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Seems like it's been such a long,
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long time since I felt that one
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You have your ways and I have my ways
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And like the back of my hand I know it
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And I don't have to try to make you show it
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You don't have to show me how
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'Cause it's second nature to me now
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Something's taken hold of me somehow
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'Cause it's second nature to me now
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Nobody must explain to me your way of communication
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Give me the time to understand
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I always come around
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I have my ways and you have your ways
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And we need no elaboration
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We can just enjoy that sweet sensation
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Second Nature
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Utopia |