I¡¯m in a van and you¡¯re holding my hand
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You are traveling with me through forests and sands
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I¡¯ve been innocently learning your language
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And you¡¯ve been taking full advantage
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Haven¡¯t you?
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Oh, don¡¯t say it¡¯s true
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I lost a friend I¡¯m the saddest again
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And we kissed once
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Hey, but that was in lust
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And I know you need more than given moments
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And sentimental sorrys and words only spoken seem lame
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And I won¡¯t win your heart that way
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Oh, it feels like none of this is real
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I¡¯ll pretend that my heart and my head are well
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But if the blood
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Pumping through my veins could freeze
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Like the river in Toronto then I¡¯d be pleased
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You said I made you feel warm
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You said I made you feel warm inside
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If the blood
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could freeze
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I¡¯d be pleased
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I¡¯d be pleased
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Forests And Sands
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