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It was a half past twelve when I saw you on the steps outside your house I looked straight down, you saw me, said hello, I stuttered twice and caught myself I know that you don't feel the same way But sometimes I tell myself you think of me And all I lose, and every stupid thing that I do Is bringing me back to you I wish you knew, every little thing that you do Is pulling me back to you, ooh-oh When I said goodbye I won her over But I didn't get her number, Oh for once I wish I had the confidence to tell you I know that it's over, I'm too late I thought I dreamed that you'll come back to me And all I lose, and every stupid thing that I do Is bringing me back to you I wish you knew, every little thing that you do Is pulling me back to you I'm not the type to meet you Friday night and ask you to stay It's far more likely for me to wait three years I'm just too late I'm not the type to meet you Friday night and ask you to stay It's far more likely for me to wait three years I'm just too late to say... I like the way That all I lose, and every stupid thing that I do Is bringing me back to you I wish you knew, every little thing that you do Is pulling me back to you, ooh And all I lose, and every stupid thing that I do Is bringing me back to you I wish you knew, every little thing that you do Is pulling me back to you |