| All the cars down the bottom, windmill chasing
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| Calling police so, so we’re placing
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| Weight on minds
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| Red sports car Northwest dated, counting the sleeps
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| I’m counting, waiting
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| Stalled inside
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| There’s no tires to save our skins
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| (they're bald and old)
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| Their advice won’t change our plans
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| Through an old telescope for close up faces
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| You’re cornering the fire it works in your favor
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| Televized
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| Like the all night long at 3am feeling
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| You get in your legs when you’re dancing on the ceiling
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| Friends of mine
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| And you change the beat disguised
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| Like a call to realize
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| You just made a pass in that reflection
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| You’re fixing your hair or asking questions
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| You decide
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| Turn it around, the place is a fountain youth, you’re squealing
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| Offering advice that sounds appealing
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| Nervous fun
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| 'cept the cheating’s in your blood
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| And the hardest word is love
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| Let’s not starve here today, none of that behavior
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| (i'm not revealing, unless your feelings are long term)
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| Eating like a princess, I’m gonna save you
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| Stay at mine
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| And we’re carving up the courses we’re not playing
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| (i'm not revealing, unless your feelings are long term)
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| Don’t want to hear the swear words you’re spraying
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| Undermined
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| I’m not revealing unless your feelings are long term (x3)
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| It’s like a, it’s like a call. |
| (x3) |