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I know i get cold, cause i can't leave things well alone. understand i'm accident prone. me, i get free every night the moon is mine. but when the morning comes don't say you love me, don't say you need me. i really don't think that's fair.

-Natalie Imbruglia

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I Know I Get Cold, Cause I

Natalie Imbruglia

I know i get cold, cause i can't leave things well alone. understand i'm accident prone. me, i get free every night the moon is mine. but when the morning comes don't say you love me, don't say you need me. i really don't think that's fair.

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