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Oh woa oh woa
Oh woa oh woa
Why is it so hard?
You're full of mystery
I used to be chic, but it feels like
I've become a different person
Seems like I'll lose you
Seems like I'll catch you
It's a mysterious irony
Then pull
Catch it tight
There's no time, come on now
Oh my gosh
The gestures toward you, the vague gestures
Just once, stop right now
And confess your love
All throughout the dark night
I can't sleep at thoughts of you
Wait a minute, stop everything
Turn your head, and look at me
I think I know but then I don't
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