| It would be beautiful
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| watching the night grow old
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| your mind is clouded and you turn off the cold
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| hold me down, keep me warm
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| and your dirty old jersey
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| fits me perfect
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| Why do you do this to me teasing at the thought of safety
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| why do you do this to me?
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| I don’t know
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| Do you think i’m foolish?
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| That’s a little rough baby
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| Stand by the ocean would you notice
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| if it swallowed you up in one big motion
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| boy i’ve run out of tactics
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| it seems i’ve got you distracted
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| oh won’t you come back here
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| hold me down, keep me warm
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| and your dirty old jersey fits me perfect
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| oh why do you do this to me?
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| teasing at the though of safety
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| why do you do this to me?
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| I don’t know
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| do you think i’m foolish?
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| That’s a little rough baby
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| why do you do this to me?
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| teasing at the though of safety
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| why do you do this to me?
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| I don’t know
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| do you think i’m foolish?
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| That’s a little rough baby |