| All i am is a man
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| I want the world in my hands
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| I hate the beach
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| But i stand in california with my toes in the sand
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| Use the sleeves on my sweater
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| Lets have an adventure
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| Head in the clouds but my gravity centred
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| Touch my neck and i’ll touch yours
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| You in those little hot waisted shortsoh
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| She knows what i think about
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| And what i think about
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| One love, two mouths
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| One love, one house
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| No shirts, no blouse
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| Just us, you find out
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| Nothing i really wanna tell you about no
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| Cos it’s too cold whoa
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| For you here
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| And now
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| So let me hold whoa
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| Both your hands in the holes of my sweater
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| And if i may just take your breath away
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| I don’t mind if there’s not much to say
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| Sometimes the silence guides your mind
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| So move to a place so far away
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| The goosebumps start race
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| The minute that my left hand meets your waist
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| And then i watched your face
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| Put my finger on your tongue
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| Cos you love to taste yeah
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| These hearts adore
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| Everyone is be hard to spoke
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| Inside this place is warm
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| Outside is ice cold
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| Coming down
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| One love, two mouths |
| One love, one house
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| No shirts, no blouse
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| Just us, you find out
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| Nothing i really wanna tell you about
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| No no
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| Cos it’s too cold whoa
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| For you here
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| And now
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| So let me hold whoa
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| Both your hands in the holes of my sweater
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| Cos it’s too cold whoa
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| For you here
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| And now
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| So let me hold whoa
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| Both your hands in the holes of my sweater
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| Whoa, whoa
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| Whoa, whoa. |
| whoa
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| Whoa, whoa. |
| cos it’s too cold whoa
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| For you here
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| And now
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| So let me hold whoa
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| Both your hands in the holes of my sweater
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| It’s too cold whoa
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| For you here
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| And now
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| So let me hold whoa
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| Both your hands in the holes of my sweater
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| It’s too cold, it’s too cold
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| The hands of my sweater |