Oh well, you've got me under your spell
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and I don't think that I'm kidding around.
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I don't think I can forget you now.
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I once sat up on my roof and examined the planning of my town.
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I saw the structured grid and pavement cutting through grass
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and I remembered the cold of winter running up the legs of my pants.
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I picked the nicest lawn and imagined the two of us
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rolling around down along the ground.
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I saw myself touch your face and I noticed jets begin to race above our heads.
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But I pinched my arm and remembered how much you hate me.
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I remembered the fact that I can't see what you need
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and I'm too stupid to be aware of the beauty that you give this place
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and how shitty this town would seem without you in it.
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When you aren't around I let the shades fall down to shut out
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all the sun's light and make myself feel all right.
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What am I doing with my life?
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Remember that the only things we need sometimes
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are chilly nights and warmer thighs, 'cause there's nothing like being held.
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Hold
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Saves The Day |