| I’m in a van and you’re holding my hand
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| You’re traveling with me through forest and sands
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| I’ve been innocently learning a language
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| And you’ve been taking full advantage, haven’t you?
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| Oh, don’t say it’s true
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| I’ve lost a friend, I’ve been silenced again
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| And we kissed once, hey, but that was in lust
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| I know you need more than giving moments
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| And sentimental stories and words only spoken seemingly
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| And I won’t win your heart that way
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| Oh, it feels like none of this is real
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| I pretend that my heart and my head are well
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| But if the blood pumping through my veins could freeze
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| Like a river in Toronto then I’d be pleased
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| You said I made you feel warm, said I made you feel warm inside
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| It feels like none of this is real
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| I pretend that my heart and my head are well
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| But if the blood pumping through my veins could freeze
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| Like a river in Toronto then I’d be pleased
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| You said I made you feel warm, said I made you feel warm inside
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| It feels like none of this is real
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| I pretend that my heart and my head are well
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| But if the blood pumping through my veins could freeze
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| Like a river in Toronto then I’d be pleased
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| You said I made you feel warm, said I made you feel warm inside |