| In a dusty town of student bars
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| We sang our hearts out to a drunken crowd
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| They can call us what they want be we know
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| That we are the kings and queens of love
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| This is what it is to be young
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| The stillness of the warm night hums
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| I can’t pretend to be sure of myself
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| But I’ll finish the bottle with your help
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| And I wanted to impress you
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| And I think you knew
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| What we have, we know that they’ll never have
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| This is all I needed
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| I find it hard to put myself on the line
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| And the world is spinning wine
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| The consequence of this feeling
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| Sunburned lips reeling
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| On a bus, on a train, in a van on a plane
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| Across the Pacific, caught in a dream
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| You can’t imagine how happy it made me
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| To look out in the crowd and see you smile at me
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| And I wanted to impress you
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| And I think you knew
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| What we have, we know that they’ll never have
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| This is all I needed
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| In a dusty town of student bars
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| You sang your heart out to the drunken crowd
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| They can call us what they want be we know
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| That we are the kings and queens of love |