Poets and painters and daytime escapers
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tell us a story of what we once knew
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paint us a picture of some great excuse
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because we lost the truth, when we lost the music
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We are everything we own right?
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And the second that we don't fight
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Is the moment that we own life
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Keep it up keep it up keep it up
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We don't care what TIME IT IS
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noone here is BUYING THIS
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if the dj keeps on FINDING HITS
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we could keep this going for days
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We don't care what TIME IT IS
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noone here is BUYING THIS
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if the dj keeps on FINDING HITS
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we could keep this going for days
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With our feet in the sand and sea in our hands we DON'T STOP
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We remember to drink in everything and it's EASY WHEN THE BEAT DROPS
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We pulse and we sway and keep morning away FROM HERE
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Nothing exists but the love on our lips and beat on our hips
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The only real moment is this
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Oh oh oh oh oh oh
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Love what you got because love is a lot
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life fools us into thinking that we're broke but we're not
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so bring your body in to the beach again
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recognize the moment that you're free again
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So they lead to the beach again
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heat is getting to your head you think
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someone pulls you in and the lights are dim
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but your recognize the rhythm crawling through your skin
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Don't Care What Time It Is
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Rachel Platten |