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I picked you out |
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Of a crowd and talked to you |
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I said, "I like your shoes" |
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You said, "Thanks can I follow you?" |
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So it's up the stairs and out of view |
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No prying eyes |
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I poured some wine |
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I asked your name, you asked the time |
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Now it's two o'clock |
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The club is closed and we're up the block |
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Your hands on me |
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Pressing hard against your jeans |
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Your tongue in my mouth |
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Trying to keep the words from coming out |
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You didn't care to know |
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Who else may have been you before |
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I want a lover, I don't have to love |
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I want a girl, who's too sad to give a fuck |
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Where is the kid with the chemicals? |
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I thought he said to meet him here |
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But I'm not sure |
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I got the money if you've got the time |
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You said, "It feels good" |
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I said, "I'll give it a try" |
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Then my mind went dark |
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We both forgot where your car was parked |
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Let's just take the train |
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I'll meet up with the band in the morning |
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Bad actors with bad habits |
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Some sad singers, they just play tragic |
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And the phone's ringing and the van's leaving |
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Let's just keep touching, let's just keep, keep singing |
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I want a lover, I don't have to love |
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I want a boy, who's so drunk he doesn't talk |
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Where is the kid with the chemicals? |
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I got a hunger and I can't seem to get full |
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I need some meaning I can memorize |
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The kind I have always seem to slip my mind |
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But you, but you |
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You write such pretty words |
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But life's no storybook |
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Love's an excuse to get hurt |
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And to hurt |
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Do you like to hurt? |
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I do, I do |
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Then hurt me |
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Then hurt me |
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Then hurt me |
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