| I’ll keep you around
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| I’ll keep you around
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| Never been a fan of the hills
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| You feel like when technicolor first arrived
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| Like something that I’ve never seen
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| Losing gravity and sense of time
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| Like both things that I’ll never need
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| I’ve just been losing composure
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| Balled-fist and red faced emotion
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| 15 labels on my shoulders
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| It’s getting hard not to notice
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| Only want you to my own and
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| There’s no malice in my motive
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| Carry whatever you’re holding
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| Even if I end up lonely
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| I’ll do it, no motive
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| All because I wanna
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| You’re like glass I’m stone but
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| I can keep you honest
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| I’ll do it, no motive
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| All because you wanna
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| You’re like glass I’m stone but
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| You can keep me honest
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| Never been a fan of the hills
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| Never been begging for summer
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| I always made the time to make time
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| Always overlooked what’s on your mind
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| I’ll take that all in my hands
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| Your fingerprints still in my bed
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| Still feel your pulse in my head
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| Replay the words that you said
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| I could give you that again
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| Fist full of sheets and your sweat
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| Motive, whatever you said
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| My motive whatever you.
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| I’ll do it, no motive
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| All because I wanna
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| You’re like glass I’m stone but
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| I can keep you honest
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| I’ll do it, no motive
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| All because you wanna
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| You’re like glass I’m stone but
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| You can keep me honest |