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sweaty palms and cluttered mind |
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slouch on the couch with me |
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dizzy, nervous, we probably don't deserve it |
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we might as well try and see |
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don't be afraid of the mess we made |
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do a little dance on the barricade |
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i heard your lonely knock at the door |
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so glad you could make it |
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i'm no sure what i can do you for |
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but i'm good i can fake it, tonight |
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don't be afraid of the mess we made |
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do a little dance on the barricade |
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clear your throat and speak your mind |
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don't hold back on me |
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did we lose that ancient connection |
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killing time when it moved too slow |
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another companion lost to the canyon |
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sunk to the bottom of the river below |
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i've never seen you so down before |
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so nervous and churning |
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your little cloud is now a lightning storm |
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the forest is burning, tonight |
