Lyrics
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When you come over
You talk to me about things you don't know
Or understand
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When you come over
You talk to me about things you don't know
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It's a mess
It's a mess
It's a mess
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When you get older
You'll realise this wasn't love
It wasn't love
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When you get older
You'll realise what this was
It wasn't love
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Or you won't and you'll remain
Ignorant and (?)
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I'll wanna be there
When you decide
And I want to see what
Insides look like
Will they feel the way yours do?
Will they think the way yours do?
