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rosy cheeks and rolling eyes |
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on a steamy sunday night |
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they had a date for phone sex |
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oh but the princess' phone has been quiet |
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writes his name on the bathroom mirror while she waits |
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in soapy streaks |
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probably stuck to his couch back east |
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depressed |
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but you know he's safe at least |
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plane crash footage on TV |
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i know - i know that could be me |
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plane crash footage on TV |
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oh yeah - i know that could be me |
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keep your nose down |
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i think there's ice on our wings |
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another sunday night |
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well it's still dusk |
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it's still light |
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phone starts ringing and she's almost dry |
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well there'll be other nights |
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but admit this is the worst time |
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and what ever made you think i had control? |
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lets scare everybody lets just roll our own |
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plane crash footage on TV |
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i know - i know that could be me |
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keep your nose down either way |
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dont you ever feel you just survive some days? |
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keep your nose down |
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i think there's ice on our wings - yeah |
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and if you go now |
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keep the ice off your wings |
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keep your nose down and the ice off your wings |
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and the ice off your wings |
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keep your nose down |
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and the ice off your wings x2 |
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there will be no sunday nights |
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lets just roll out own |