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Young red blood |
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They're just natural feelings |
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I can't keep from changing |
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My brains bending my wants |
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With my rights |
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All my friends still half-right |
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Should I keep 'em seperate |
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From meIt's unclear that |
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I get a cold |
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Can I get a light |
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It's a certain type of easy pace |
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It's what we need to make it |
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Come in close |
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I trust you |
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Your nose dipped in |
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My sweat, it |
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Dripped on your |
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Beautiful sack (sweater) |
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Kind of nice |
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Should I really |
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Lie with you? |
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I never know |
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When I'm on my own |
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Are there more important things to do |
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Than kiss and sleep today |
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We gotta wake up |
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And I talk to your breath |
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And we enjoy the air |
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And I creep on your chest |
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To the hut |
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I have where |
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I Pluck a few notes |
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On the strands of your hair |
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And I'm singing to you |
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What to do |
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If I asked you to make funny faces with me in the mirror of the bathroom |
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I know you're next you |
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Make me feel alright uh |
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You just like me |
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Never gonna pick |
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One kind of fruit |
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Like a mushed banana on your tooth |
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And you like the sting of the cherry juice |
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And you never eat an apple that's just one color |
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Young red bird, they're |
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Just natural feelings |
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Like walking off to ride my bike |
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Or just bump into you |
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Haven't seen you in a week or three days |
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Though it really bugs me |
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It's nice to find new ways to smile |
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I keep thinking that when |
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You feel sad you can pout' |
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Cause what this songs about is |
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Me singing. |
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I'm just wondering what to do with |
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You myself and me naked in the mirror of the bathroom |