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Theres something thats existing |
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If its the way you're blowing those kisses at me |
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The weight of the notes repetitions asking |
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Lastly... |
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But the waves of this sound is the magic happening |
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The oceans laughing |
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If im standing alone at the bridge just ask me |
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If im dying alone |
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This is nuts keep lasting |
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Im dying to know |
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How the words come natural |
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I dont know |
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How the chorus just got me |
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Singing these notes |
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Until the songs start stopping |
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But im sure at that point we'd all be soft asleep |
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Theres something thats purely entertaining |
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Watching the waves just crashing |
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And feeling the bones in your body just reacting |
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To the sounds the notes the words they must mean something |
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Yeah you must mean something |
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Theres something so brilliant and appealing |
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Watching the marks on the ceiling |
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Expanding in styles for miles such strong distractions |
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But the waves of this sound is the magic happening |
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The oceans laughing |
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If im standing alone at the bridge just ask me |