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Atmosphere |
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Miscellaneous |
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Body Pillow |
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then there was this one night when i took the time |
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to examine a napkin in a chicago hotel room |
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i wasn't alone it was a night after a show |
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space was full |
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energy was consumed |
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there was a girl emphasis on the "L" |
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she was noticin the detail as well |
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and the two of us found something with each other |
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previously undiscovered |
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hell is for the lovers |
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and the daylight is bright always makes me squint |
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but it feels like magic when it touches my face |
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suffocate myself |
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overwhelm myself |
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and let the sunrays abandon me floatin through space |
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*and she still wonders why i'm so insecure |
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she giggles because i sleep with a body pillow |
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intentions are never nothing short of pure |
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but theres a price to pay when you try to live a little* |
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and attractive as that napkin ever could've been |
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my how it unfolded hold it to the wind |
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try now to be a rock but she's caught under the skin |
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ex-lover and a best friend |
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just like the rest of them |
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then there was this one night |
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i stopped to watch someone bite the tip of a cigarette |
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to hold it inbetween her lips |
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never met nobody like her please brace yourself |
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danger danger |
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this might hurt |
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the playground feels a lot different when the sun's out |
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she wasn't messin round she came in with her guns out |
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screamin bout the ocean |
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anybody wanna go with me |
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never knew punk rock could be so pretty |
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now catch your breath and then catch the ball |
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and sit by the phone so you can catch the call |
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write catchy one-liners on the bathroom stall |
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here i go wouldn't you know |
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still learnin to crawl |
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*Chorus* |
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i've always dug the way you love the way |
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your tattoos intimidate men |
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i guess i'm one of them |
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standin right next to you from way over here |
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ex-lover and a best friend |
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(ex-lover and a best friend) |
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then there was this one night i noticed a tree |
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that stood by itself about an hour up north |
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and i can picture her holding onto the limb |
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wearin a summer dress and a grin |
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swingin back and forth |
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talkin bout the breeze and how it easy it is |
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to leave all the worries in the backseat |
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teach me please i need the abilities to live |
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silly me i tried to measure it by what i can give |
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but she didn't need anything |
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just a pair of ears some strong fingers |
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and someone to share the tears |
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read the fear feeling it inadequate |
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now lets make-believe that i can handle it |
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*Chorus* |
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and i still get to talk to you every now and then |
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definition of "over" doesn't have to be the end |
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it's good to see you grow girl |
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shake my hand |
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that's all i want from my ex-lover and my best friend |
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i got your back |
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don't ever fucking question that |
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i got your back |
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always have |
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i still got your back |
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(in background) |
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*Chorus* 2x |
