| Nothing good can come from this
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| Can we pull back and take it slow
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| The breathless fall toward a kiss
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| Head over heels before you know
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| Or desire or the draw
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| Or the moon has said it all
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| It’s a tumble, it’s a twist
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| It’s getting harder to resist
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| But nothing can come from this
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| Nothing’s safe here, nothing sound
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| It keep the train along the tracks
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| There’s still time to turn around
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| As if we don’t know turning back
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| Or kick wide open that same door
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| Just like I’ve always done before
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| It’s a tiny little town
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| And there’s too much here at risk
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| Nothing good can come from this
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| Easy come and easy go
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| If there’s anything I know
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| This could bring me to my knees
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| Wrapped back to where I’ve been
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| To the world that I can’t win
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| the best of me
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| Or desire or the draw
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| Like the spice of alcohol
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| Just another thing to miss
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| Another ghost upon my lips
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| Another taste I can’t resist
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| A breathless fall toward a kiss
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| Nothing can come from this
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| Nothing can come from this |