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There were roman candles and Catherine wheels outside |
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Inside, all was deadly quiet |
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Corner cut, medium weight and I arrive late |
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I caught you spelling baby names with sparklers on your patio |
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And you didn't know, that I'd been writing letters to other girls |
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In shaky, shaky handwriting |
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We swooned like 50's housewives |
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Buzzing like a hive |
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The room is spinning faster than a 45 |
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And we come alive |
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We come alive |
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We come alive |
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Well you were an octopus and I was an orang-utan |
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And everybody in there saw the way that we carried on |
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But everyone who knows me, knows I make up all these stories |
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We swooned like 50's housewives |
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Buzzing like a hive |
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The room is spinning faster than a 45 |
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And we come alive |
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We come alive |
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We come alive |
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We come alive |
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We come alive |
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We come alive |
