There's venom on your tongue,
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Silver linings, sugarcoating, ultimatums,
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And I swear I won't regret you,
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Fingers crossed, when you're at a loss,
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You'll analyze your life story,
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Take take that back while you're standing there,
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The frozen words stuck in mid air,
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And in your tracks I'll stop you still,
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'Cause I still have got this love give,
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It's the perfect confusion or the realist illusion,
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It's the idea that I will feel brand new again,
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In a crowd of a million she's the smell of familiar,
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She's the hand that reaches back to pull me over,
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And I am, dooh,
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You're obvious distaste,
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Overshadows, understanding, your hands on your waist,
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And I swore I won't forget you,
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I close my eyes, when count to ten, it's you again, I said who am I kidding
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Take that back while you're standing there,
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These frozen words stuck in mid air,
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And in your tracks I'll stop you still,
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'Cause I still have got this love to give,
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It's the perfect confusion or the realist illusion,
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It's the idea that I will feel brand new again,
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In a crowd of a million she's the smell of familiar,
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She's the hand that reaches back to pull me over,
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And I am, dooh,
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Take it back while you're standing there,
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These frozen words I catch in mid air,
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And if you've got this love to give,
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I can use your second wind,
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And I know you will do better, and I know you won't settle,
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It's the perfect confusion or the realist illusion,
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It's the idea that I can feel brand new again,
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In a crowd of a million she's the smell of familiar,
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You're the hand that reaches back to pull me over,
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It's the perfect confusion or the realist illusion,
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You're the idea oh you're the idea,
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In a crowd of a million she's the smell of familiar,
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She's the hand that reaches back,
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I am over
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The Smell Of Familiar
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Big 10-4 |