It's too late baby, there's no turning around. I've got my hands in my pocket and my head in a cloud. This is how I do when I think about you. I never thought you could break me apart. I keep a siniester smile and a hold of my heart. You want to get inside, then you want to get in line. But not this time. And I feel a weakness coming on. Never felt so good to be so wrong, you had my heart on lockdown, and then you turned me around.

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