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[Intro]Every second counts, I don't wanna talk to you anymoreAll these little games, you can call me by the name I gave youYesterday, yeahEvery minute counts, I don't wanna watch TV anymoreCan you figure me out, just doin this to waste more time on the couch[Refrão]Can you see me, I'm waiting for the right timeI can't read you but if you want, the pleasure's all mineCan you see me using everything to hold back?I guess, this could be worse[Trecho 2x 2x 2x]Walking out the door with your bagsWalking out the door with your bags[Próxima Parte]Pour your glass of wine, Mitchell told me I should be just fine, yeahCases under the bed, spill it open, let it rush to my headI don't wanna be forward, I don't wanna cut cornersSavor this with everything I have inside of meI'm not the type to run, I know that we're having funBut what's the rush, kiss and then my cheeks are so flushedTell you how I felt, sugar coated melting in your mouthPardon my emotions, I should probably keep it all to myselfKnow you'd make fun of meKnow you'd make fun of me[Refrão] (repetir)[Próxima Parte]
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