In the end, somehow, it always comes back to you.
If you had only told me how you really felt
I could have put my feelings into someone else
But I was busy thinking I was where I was supposed to be
Silly silly me
But there was something ‘bout you that I couldn’t resist
Can’t put my finger on it but whatever it is
I never should have stood for it
I know you’re no good for me
And that’s the way it is
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