| There’s some kind of light at the end
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| When touching the edge of her skin
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| Once so hard to speak
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| Now so easy to play around
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| Catching your eye, you know
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| That eye that slapped you in your face
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| Calls you a puppy
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| Well, how do you say I was hypnotized?
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| Hypnotized
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| My words, they pour
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| Like children to the playground
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| Children to the playground
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| You make me smile
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| There’s some kind of light at the end
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| Stoned, forgetful, and then
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| I’m drinking what used to be sin
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| And touching the edge of her skin
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| And could you be the one that’s not afraid
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| To look me in the eye?
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| I swear I would collapse
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| If I would tell how I think you fell
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| From the sky
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| My words, they pour
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| Like children to the playground
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| Children to the playground
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| You make me smile
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| There’s some kind of light at the end
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| Stoned, forgetful, and then
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| I’m drinking what used to be sin
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| And touching the edge of her skin
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| It’s the feeling I get, my palms with sweat
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| Like some kind of daydream I’ll never forget
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| I’m stuck in this spin, why does it begin?
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| By touching the edge of her skin
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| There’s some kind of light at the end
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| Stoned, forgetful, and then
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| I’m drinking what used to be sin
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| And touching the edge of her skin
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| (You make me smile)
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| Woah, woah, woah, ah
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| Woah, woah, woah, ah |