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All I am is a man |
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I want the world in my hands |
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I hate the beach |
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But I stand in California with my toes in the sand |
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Use the sleeves of my sweater |
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Let's have an adventure |
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Head in the clouds but my gravity's centered |
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Touch my neck and I'll touch yours |
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You in those little high waisted shorts, oh |
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She knows what I think about |
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And what I think about |
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One love, two mouths |
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One love, one house |
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No shirt, no blouse |
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Just us, you find out |
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Nothing that wouldn't wanna tell you about no |
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'Cause it's too cold whoa |
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For you here and now |
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So let me hold whoa |
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Both your hands in the holes of my sweater |
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And if I may just take your breath away |
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I don't mind if there's not much to say |
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Sometimes the silence guides our minds to |
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So move to a place so far away |
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The goosebumps start to raise |
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The minute that my left hand meets your waist |
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And then I watch your face |
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Put my finger on your tongue |
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'Cause you love the taste yeah |
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These hearts adore, |
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Every other beat the other one beats for |
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Inside this place is warm |
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Outside it starts to pour |
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Coming down |
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One love, two mouths |
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One love, one house |
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No shirt, no blouse |
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Just us, you find out |
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Nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, no, no, no |
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'Cause it's too cold whoa |
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For you here |
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And now |
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So let me hold whoa |
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Both your hands in the holes of my sweater |
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'Cause it's too cold whoa |
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For you here and now |
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So let me hold whoa |
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Both your hands in the holes of my sweater |
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Whoa, whoa... |
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Whoa, whoa... whoa |
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Whoa, whoa... |
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'Cause it's too cold whoa |
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For you here and now |
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So let me hold whoa |
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Both your hands in the holes of my sweater |
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It's too cold whoa |
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For you here and now |
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So let me hold whoa |
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Both your hands in the holes of my sweater |
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It's too cold, |
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It's too cold |
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The holes of my sweater... |
