Feels like my life is ready to blow,
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Me and my love we'll take it slow.
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I hope she knows that I'll love her long,
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I just don't know where the hell I belong.
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How optimism led me astray,
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Two hundred things I took the wrong way.
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But I saw her love gauge running low,
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I tried to fill but it overflowed.
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She remembers my name
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Could be blown way out...
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It's all going to change
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She remembers my name.
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But she was only messing around,
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Please, no more playing with my heart.
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Ooh, go with mr. right just for once!
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Oooh, no more mischief with my mind.
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Then it all just came out
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Guess I'll hold it in next time...
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No more getting it wrong,
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I'll be frozen here on.
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If forever we'll see,
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but no more guessing for me.
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Oh, I was just so sure of everything
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Ooh, that's what you get for dreaming aloud
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Oh, the day that words are clearer to me.
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Mind Mischief
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Tame Impala |