| I said your accent sounds
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| Like a song that I wish I had written
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| There’s a quality to when I’m talking to you
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| Makes me listen
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| And I see your face everywhere on the train
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| Bondi by your side was everything
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| Left chinatown, spun around, found a place in LA
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| I thought living somewhere brand new
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| Maybe I would get you
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| Out of my head, out of my head
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| But now I know
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| In the heart of me, there’s a part of you
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| I thought moving to the west coast, That you couldn’t get close
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| All in my head, all in my head
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| But now I know
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| In the heart of me, there’s a part of you
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| When your fingertips sit on the top of my wrist
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| It’s confusing
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| You get under my skin, we go numb with a kiss
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| I might lose it
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| In my mind I turn it over, we were drinking cherry soda
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| And the radio was drowning us out
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| But I woke up on a Sunday, on another LA runway
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| No I never really figured you out
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| I thought living somewhere brand new
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| Maybe I would get you
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| Out of my head, out of my head
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| But now I know
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| In the heart of me, there’s a part of you
|
| I thought moving to the west coast, That you couldn’t get close
|
| All in my head, all in my head
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| But now I know
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| In the heart of me, there’s a part of you
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| I said your accent sounds
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| Like a song that I wish I had written
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| There’s a quality to when I’m talking to you
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| Makes me listen |