| Nineteen, your eyes are glowing to my beating heart
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| Oh, it seems like it is fine as my hand is moving up your arm
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| And you never really know where it goes up until it starts
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| I got my eye on you, whatcha gonna do?
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| Daydream near a stream with the linear bites
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| Oh, I listen to the song on repeat from the other night
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| And I can’t picture you, but I sure got the feeling right
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| What a crazy world, pretty little girl
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| And we wake from the night in a bed with a bruise
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| And we’re laughing out loud over the craziest news
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| And you reached for my hand, I was scared in your room
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| We fell on the floor and we started to move
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| And your hands were like birds as they flew from the coop
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| Up my back, they would climb just as I came unglued
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| She said, «If you break my heart, then I’ll change your mind
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| And I’ll do it again»
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| If you play the part, then I will play mine
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| And I’ll do it again
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| If we miss the mark, if we hold on tight
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| We’ll be there to try it again
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| Nineteen as we roll across the bedroom floor
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| Your eyes, they cannot lie, as you’re dreaming of our future home
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| And the kids are growing up, as you and I, we are growing old
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| What a crazy world, pretty little girl
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| In the rain, with the drink from the back of the bar
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| I would raise up my voice, you would raise it up more
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| We’d forget that our lives being apart, it is hard
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| We’d thought we were close, but it still feels far
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| Can we learn to get by if we learn to have scars?
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| If we learn to forgive and accept who we are
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| She said, «If you break my heart, then I’ll change your mind
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| And I’ll do it again»
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| If you play the part, then I will play mine
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| And I’ll do it again
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| If we miss the mark, if we hold on tight
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| We’ll be here to do it again
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| Wait a minute, hold up a second
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| Don’t leave me here with this feeling, like I’m the one full of regret
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| Like I never did good for us both, like you never did
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| Pull out that weapon
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| And stick that knife in my back, was I supposed to accept it
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| When your words are like
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| More than just sticks and stones, kinda like a bullet
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| A hollow tip that’s lodged in my bones, and I can’t just swallow it
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| My pride is more than all that I own, so I gotta give it away
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| And some of the times I’m all the way wrong
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| But can’t you see past me and see my fucked up home
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| That made me the meanest, the devil is just singing along
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| To the song I write 'til I’m alone at night
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| And I hang up the phone and bite my tongue
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| 'Cause I know that me and you is just only right, but
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| One, one, one, one…
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| It’s a cry from the past, we have been through a lot
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| Every year has been great and a few have been tough
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| And your kids, they will reach for the stars up above
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| We’ll sit and relax as we’re cheering them on
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| The ropes to the light from the crib to the grave
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| We started alone, in the end we’re okay
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| She said «If you break my heart, then I’ll change your mind
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| And I’ll do it again»
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| If you play the part, then I will play mine
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| And I’ll do it again
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| If we miss the mark, if we hold on tight
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| We’ll be there to try it again |