Shake down, you make me break,
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for goodness sake, I think I'm on the edge,
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of something new with you.
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Shout out, don't drown the sound,
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I'll drown you out, you'll never scream so loud,
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as I wanna 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
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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
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and map around her world.
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So don't say
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These currents are still killing me.
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And you can't explain,
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but the wind went and pulled me into you hurricane...
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Into your hurricane.
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Stand up don't make a sound your ears might bleed,
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there's 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
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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 sunburn's what I needed..
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So don't say
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These currents are still killing me.
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And you can't explain,
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but the wind went and pulled you into you hurricane...
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Into the hurricane.
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You don't do it on purpose but you make me shake
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now I count the hours 'till you wake
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with your baby's breath, breathe symphonies
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come on, sweet catastrophe.
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well, maybe this time I can follow through,
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feel complete, stop paying dues,
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Stop the rain from falling, keep my ocean calm
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this time I know northing's wrong.
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So don't say
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"These currents are still killing me"
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And you can't explain,
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but the wind went and pulled me in
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and no you don't, say
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"These currents are still killing me"
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And you can't explain,
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But the wind went and pulled me into your hurricane...
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Into your hurricane...into your hurricane."
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Hurricane (The Formal Weather Pattern)
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