Shake down, you make me break,
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for goodness sake I think I'm on the edge of something new with you.
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Shout out, don't drown the sound, I'll drown you out,
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you'll never scream so loud as I want to scream with you.
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Standing there with your smile blinding your eyes
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from seeing my face as I'm dying to figure out a girl.
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But she drifts so far away,
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I'm on her coast, so maybe I should stay and map around her world.
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So Don't Say "These currents are still killing me"
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and you can't explain how the wind went and pulled you into the hurricane.
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Stand up don't make a sound, your ears might bleed.
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There are sweet fluorescent enemies that live inside of me.
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The world moves faster than I knew,
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not fast enough to not creep up on you and the space we put between.
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So pull me under your weather patterns,
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your cold fronts and the rain don't matter,
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because a sun burns what I needed.
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You don't do it on purpose
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but you make me shake now I count the hours 'til you wake.
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With your babies breath, breathe symphonies, come on sweet catastrophe.
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Maybe this time I can follow through, I can feel complete, stop paying dues.
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Stop the rain from falling keep my oceans calm this time I know nothings wrong.
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(Hurricane) The Formal Weather Pattern
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