And I put my hands up
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A drink from the same bottle that he does
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Just to impress him
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I dress myself in some Italian vibe
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And he's still not tempted
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He dressed his head so elegantly now
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And his eyes in wonder
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Trying to find how fast he goes
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Counting down the moments
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Till I find myself in yours
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Youngsters are like monsters
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And we think no tries at all
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Cause we are never fearful
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And we'll live like there's no life
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Just counting down the moments
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Till we find
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And he's closing his eyes
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To over darkness, thus to see
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And closes his arms
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To the adventure, his alter reach
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And he talks sweetly
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Remember he's all carpentry and bees
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And there's nothing, nothing
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That could welcome stay the mind through reach
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Nothing that could welcome stay the mind through reason
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And there's nothing that could welcome stay the mind through reason
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Counting down the moments
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Till I find myself in yours
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Youngsters are like monsters
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And we think no tries at all
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Cause we are never fearful
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And we'll live like there's no life
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Just counting down the moments
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Till we find
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Nothing that couldn't couldn't lies
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And there is nothing that couldn't couldn't lies
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And there is nothing that couldn't couldn't lies
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Nothing
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Anthony
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Russian Red |