I can be so vain, so cold sometimes, it's true
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I'm such a fool, you don't know that when I'm laying
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That I touch myself to you,
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All the greatly thoughts my mind designed to cut the loneliness
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When I push away my one true chance to live in hapiness
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It always comes back to you
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It always comes back to you
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I'm painted star, and rest my hand to put my trust in us
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I'm a fabolous, ain't never loving, a tacit wanderer
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I can walk all day and smile and say that this here is success
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But it don't mean shit unless you're here and deny I'm a mess
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They took you for granted, I spit in your face
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And now let your shadow be in with love and throw it away
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Now I miss your heartbeat, and I miss your face
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And I miss your story following me, I'm caught in your space
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Always comes back to you, Always comes back to you (repeats)
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Back To You
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| Wynter Gordon |
