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Van McCann
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
