| And we never stop
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| To see the faces of all the places we get into
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| The greatest memories erases from being living proof
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| I gotta freshen up, I gotta catch a flight
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| I’m gonna hit the coast for a couple nights
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| I’m finna drop some bills, let it snow some white
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| I got a grip of girls trying to make it right
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| There’s a spot out there in New York City
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| Where the nights are long
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| And the girls are pretty
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| I used to go, with you before
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| And the days we spent in Los Angeles
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| Always were the best for us
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| With you before
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| So let’s live it out loud
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| Hop in my bright red car
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| I’ma take you where the stars shine bright for us
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| You look good but nothing could be better
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| Than palm trees and some California weather okay
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| Blast music dance on the highway
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| Barefoot, arms stretched out to the sun
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| «It's good to see you,» she said
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| I can’t remember when we last met
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| I can’t remember if we had sex
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| I meet a lot of cute girls in a black dress
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| Did you miss me? |
| Yeah
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| Did you count days down 'till we stopped in your town?
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| Then you wanna get frisky, it’s too risky
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| Cause i’m a bad guy, she wanna fix me
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| Quickly shape me, degrade me and fucking morph me
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| Distort me and then contort me like all her trophies before me
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| I’m losing interest, she bored me
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| I’m trying to get straight to business, she’s
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| Losing all her consistency
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| Paid the price just to get with me, yeah
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| I’m saying it’s like we do this all the time
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| Sipping red wine and cutting lines
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| Just bouncing from coasts to regions
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| Girls falling in love like every weekend
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| For no particular reason |