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Hey |
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My head spins at the thought |
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That I'm sleeping my way out of this rut |
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Stealing so we could be together |
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Losing so we would never part |
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We wear American shoes |
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So we can't speak for anything, anything |
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We talk but we're really confused |
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So we would speak for anything, anything |
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Don't ask me how I know |
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It's a feeling you get when you're down low |
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She said your hands won't stick together |
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But your, your heart will stick like glue |
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We wear American shoes |
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So we can't speak for anything, anything |
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We talk but we're really confused |
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So we would speak for anything, anything |
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We wear American shoes |
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So we can't speak for anything, anything |
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We talk but we're really confused |
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So we would speak for anything |
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We'll just say |
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It's everything |
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It's everything |
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It's everything |
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It's everything |
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It's everything |
