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Text: The Epoxies. It's You.

It's you
I'm sure
'Cause I can't find the cure
But I don't believe
The effect you have on me
I can't find the antidote for you
I'm sure
That love is nothing more
Than a host,
A strain
It's you I have to blame
I can't find the antidote for you
My clock is ticking faster than before
I thought my life had so much more
One kiss and its over
But not the way you think
You're nothing but smiles
I'm sipping my last drink
It's you
I'm waiting for
It's you
I never bargained for
It's you
It's you
All this will end with nothing more
Ooh ooh
It's you
It's true
I'm sure
I'll lie here on the floor
'Cause I can't discern
The way these things have turned
I cannot find a single thing
In lieu

Of you
The sickness is abrew
'Cause I can't abstain
From these things on my brain
I can't find the antidote
It's trueeee
My heart is beating harder than before
I thought my life had so much more
One kiss and it's over
But not the way you think
You're nothing but smiles
I'm sipping my last drink
It's you
I'm waiting for
It's you I never bargained for
It's you
It's you
All this will end with nothing more
Oooh Oooh
It's you
I'm waiting for
It's you I never bargained for
It's you
It's you
All this will end with nothing more
Oooh Oooh
It's you