Do you remember
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the taste of my lips that night
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I stole a bit of my mother's perfume
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Cause I remember
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when my father put his fist through
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The wall that separated
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the dining room
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And I remember
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the fear in your eyes
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The very first time
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we snuck into the city pool
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Late December with my heart
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in my chest
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and the clouds of my breath
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Didn't know
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where we were running to
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But don't look back
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We'll be looking for sunlight
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Or the headlights
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Till our wide eyes burn blind
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We'll be lacing the same shoes
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That we've worn through
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To the bottom of the line
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And we know that we're headstrong
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And our heart's gone
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And the timing's never right
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But for now let's get away
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On a Roman holiday
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Could you imagine
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the taste of your lips
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If we never tried to kiss
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on the drive to Queen's
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Cause I imagine
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the weight of your ribs
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If you lied
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between my hips in the backseat
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I imagine the tears in your eyes
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The very first night
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I'll sleep without you
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And when it happens
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I'll be miles away
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And a few months late
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Didn't know
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where I was running to
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But I won't look back
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We'll be looking for sunlight
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Or the headlights
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Till our wide eyes burn blind
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We'll be lacing the same shoes
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That we've worn through
|
To the bottom of the line
|
And we know that we're headstrong
|
And our heart's gone
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And the timing's never right
|
But for now let's get away
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On a Roman holiday
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Feet first don't fall
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We'll be running again
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Keep close stand tall
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We'll be looking for sunlight
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Or the headlights
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Till our wide eyes burn blind
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We'll be lacing the same shoes
|
That we've worn through
|
To the bottom of the line
|
And we know that we're headstrong
|
And our heart's gone
|
And the timing's never right
|
But for now let's get away
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On a Roman holiday
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Roman Holiday
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| Halsey |
