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let's go undercover |
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like young lovers should |
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cause I can kiss you better |
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then this letter could |
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and you say |
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at least under |
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these covers |
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I listen to you |
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And all this music about you |
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I hope it finds you smiling again |
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till never begins |
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or till forever ends |
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I'll still be lost in poetics |
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or lost in the mail |
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can nobody tell you |
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these guys have a passion for fashion |
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but are sincere like a statue |
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and if you have to choose |
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I am gonna lose |
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I always do |
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we always do |
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nostalgia is drunk |
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and frustration can be gorgeous |
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but can i keep my mouth shut |
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(I listen to you |
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And all this music about you |
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I hope it finds you smiling again |
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till never begins |
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or till forever ends ) |
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cause sometimes gorgeous can be frustration |
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when your life is nothing |
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but an honorable mention |
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on a radio, on the radio. |
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maybe i'm a baby |
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but i think it's time to grow. |
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you're everything i live for |
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-ever got shorter. |
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i'll know on a radio better |
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I'm a quitter than a starry |
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tortured soul |
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the lips I kissed now shape songs of sadness |
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hold me dear when I'm away |
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and I'll know when I hear your name |
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even if I have to sing it to myself. |
