A magnet on my back, magnet on my side
Keeps drawing me to her,
A heart-sore, I cannot hide.
She's a heart sore, nothing more,
Comes back in here,
Never leaves the door.
Suppress, repress, I press away from her thoughts,
Pain, pain, this body does lots.
This magnet on my back, this magnet on my side
Keeps pulling her to me,
This heart-sore, I cannot bide.
This heart-sore, my heart-sore
I cannot ignore, not anymore
Not with how her eyes into mine bore
Not with how her eyes into mine bore.
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