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I'll call you when the lake is thugging |
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Cause we're not swimming clogging at the clouds |
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And if we're talking then let's use our mouths, our mouths, our mouths |
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Speak using patterns amplified by sound |
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It's too late |
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No ammunition but I love you better |
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At the lake |
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Now we're both alone |
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It's too late |
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No ammunition but I love you better |
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It's too late |
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Oh-woah |
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You seem to stand out when it's crowded |
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But quiet pain is when the hearts our loud |
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And if we're walking then let's please go now, go now, go now |
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Step using patterns with me on the ground |
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It's too late |
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No ammunition but I love you better |
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At the lake |
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Now we're both alone |
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It's too late |
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No ammunition but I love you better |
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It's too late |
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Oh-woah |
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Oh god, bring back the boy I love |
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Oh god, just stop |
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Oh god, bring back the girl I love |
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Oh god, just stop |
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It's too late |
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No ammunition but I love you better |
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At the lake |
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Now we're both alone |
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It's too late |
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No ammunition but I love you better |
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It's too late |
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Oh-woah |
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It's too late |
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No ammunition but I love you better |
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At the lake |
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Now we're both alone |
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It's too late |
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No ammunition but I love you better |
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It's too late |
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Oh-woah |