| I don’t want you to be mine
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| I just want you to be your own
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| When I feel you around me
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| I feel…
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| I recognise the necessity of femininity in the vicinity (Hey?!)
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| Branched with women I’ve known intimately, they didn’t. |
| Hey, at least 'till
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| they start hating me
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| Why?! |
| Because I’ve waited patiently for them to break free of their respected
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| exes
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| Not the bounce back boyfriends, but the buddy who’s best with the breath and
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| when requested
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| I don’t make a dang thing about it, I just want to help 'em get the love back
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| Nothing worse than a woman who hates, 'cause she hurts step by sometimes plus
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| rustly thumb 'ttack
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| You can’t seize to cover to the reason why I care in the first place
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| I base my case on my experience: a world without you is a scenario’s worst case
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| I don’t want you to be mine
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| I just want you to be your own
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| When I feel you around me
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| I feel… at home
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| I don’t want you to be mine
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| I just want you to be your own
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| When I feel you around me
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| I feel… at home
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| If dreams aren’t for mine, unobtainable for stars, then what are they for?
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| After all the misconceptions of love, I find you right here under my nose
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| I’m in concert with my greatest fears, promise me you plummeth and I do
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| I thought you’d overcome it, but at a bottomless pit is where I found you
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| Your mind speaks in rhythmic messages and always on beat
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| You might (*harvest*) a hunger for life, from which I’m always gonna eat
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| It’s like summer breezes you and me, yeah a shirt top sleeveless
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| And giving in to those eyes of no likes, saying «Boy, you need this» (Hell yeah.
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| And I’ve seen you summers ago, years ago, a few fears ago
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| Turn down the radio, take a blow and then lay low
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| I don’t want you to be mine
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| I just want you to be your own (own)
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| When I feel you around me
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| I feel… at home (aaahah)
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| I don’t want you to be mine
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| I just want you to be your own
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| When I feel you around me
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| I feel… at home (aaahah) |