| Sitting in the backseat on a saturday night
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| Places racing pass me spinning higher than life
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| I wish that you would ask me if I’m feeling alright
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| The shadows you were casting nearly swallowed the night
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| But god I could have kissed you
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| God I could have kissed you
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| God I could have kissed you
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| God I could have kissed you
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| Midway between the end and the start
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| I cried like a baby and tore you apart
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| Midway between the end and the start
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| I cried like a baby and tore you apart
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| I knew that I’d leave you by the middle of june
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| You touch me on my shoulder blades, soft like a tune
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| I wanna hear you tell me you don’t know what you do
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| The words you were not saying nearly filled up the room
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| But god I could have kissed you
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| God I could have kissed you
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| God I could have kissed you
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| God I could have kissed you
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| Midway between the end and the start
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| I cried like a baby and tore you apart
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| Midway between the end and the start
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| I cried like a baby and tore you apart
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| Leave me where you found me
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| Leave me where you found me
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| Leave me where you found me
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| Leave me |