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How deliberate of you to get me thinking of your hair

But she begs to differ

And nothing's preconceived with you

That's why we're getting messed up

I've seen it all before

(I've seen it all before)

There's something about those nights

That gets me clear of your carousel mind

Sick of the nosebleed, taking a cold breath

I thought I made myself inescapably clear

Taking a shiver fit, wait till the weather hits

I don't want to wake up here tonight

How deliberate of you to get me thinking of your hair

But she begs to differ

And nothing's preconceived with you

That's why we're getting messed up