Direct your attention up front this is your song, the glare, from the transparent space.
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Mixed with the sun isn't good enough, I need to see your naked eyes melting in mine,
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I can't help this loose feeling like that first drop baby.
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I wanna hold your hand on top of the bar, but I think its time that we should let go.
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Keep the noise down low, if you'd like to lead, well pretend we don't care,
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that this hurts so good, but it feels so wrong, I'll try to keep my voice down.
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Breathe out, breathe out. Breathe out, breathe out, push the hesitation,
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let your anger at me, unleash, you still, turn me on, and now your in my song,
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about tragic ways to end a simple love story, and this lifeless girl gone horribly wrong.
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Can you feel my breath against your lips, a hint of confidence this night time scene,
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we've been through once before. Our love exists between the sheets.
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Spread out across the hotel floor. She always smiles in pictures,
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Am I worth a thousand words or at least one more
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Dirty Dancing
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| American Diary |
