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You keep tugging on my shirt
just to pull me closer
One single step at a time
your skin against mine
I can just feel you under me
fit to be tight
fit to be tight
fit to be
fit to be tight
I feel weak
grown in wide open spaces
We turn ourselves inside out
expose what were afraid to see
and i know what you're thinking
I told myself
you keep pulling
you keep pulling
Now grown up petrified i think
no no you don't mean it
You simply say it
because you like the way that it sounds
I feel weak
grown in wide open spaces
We turn ourselves inside out
expose what were afraid to see
and i know what you're thinking
I feel weak
and I give up
and I give up
Tell me why
go on and
and tell me
tell me
tell me why
tell me
tell me
i feel weak
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