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The girl's got many potential problems
Ones that you won't look for
Hidden behind those eyes
And when you take a second to know her
Then you'll know quite frankly
That you believed her lies
Why is it that every time
I've got nothing on my mind
I always end up thinking of you
The girl's got something you
won't count on
Something you won't notice
Something on her mind
And when you find yourself encompassed
Her blind faith accomplice
Signed on the dotted line
Why is it that every time
I've got nothing on my mind
I always end up thinking of you
No, I
Don't want to go back
Step on the cracks
That I made
No, I
Don't want to go there
Don't think that it's fair
To me
No, I
Don't want to go back
Step on the cracks
That I made
No, I
Don't want to go there
Don't think that it's fair
To me
But you've got something to deliver
You'll shake and you will shiver
When you see the signs
And then you realize you knew, too
But then again you choose to
Believing's not a crime
Why is it that every time
I've got nothing on my mind
I always end up thinking of you
You know it's true…
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