| Try to find a fire bottom of a glass
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| Try to shot, shot my way right through the past
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| Try to breathe it in, try to blow it out
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| Get lost in the light of a crowd
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| Thought I’d been high
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| High as that jet smoke crisscrossing the sky
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| Thought I’d been gone
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| I thought I had everything I’d ever want
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| 'Til you, you
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| You don’t know how bad that you’ve got me, no no
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| It’s true, without you
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| It’s Times Square with no lights at midnight, no no
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| Ain’t never had nothing to stop all my running
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| I never had nothing to lose
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| Baby,' til you
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| Woah, woah, woah, baby, 'til
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| Didn’t need the lines
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| Didn’t need the games
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| I was lost and all in by the sound of your name
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| Couple drinks turned to a weekend
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| Then a couple weeks flew by in the blink of an eye
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| Don’t know what you call it, but I know it’s got me
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| High
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| High as that jet smoke crisscrossing the sky
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| Thought I’d been gone
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| I thought I had everything I’d ever want
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| 'Til you, you
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| You don’t know how bad that you’ve got me, no no
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| It’s true, without you
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| It’s Times Square with no lights at midnight, no no
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| Ain’t never had nothing to stop all my running
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| I never had nothing to lose
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| Baby,' til you
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| Woah, woah, woah, baby, 'til
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| Don’t know where I’d be
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| Don’t know what I’d do
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| Don’t want no more me
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| If I ain’t got you
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| If I ain’t got you, you
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| You don’t know how bad that you’ve got me, no no
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| It’s true, without you
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| It’s Times Square with no lights at midnight, no no
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| Ain’t never had nothing to stop all my running
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| I never had nothing to lose
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| Baby,' til you
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| Woah, woah, woah, baby, 'til you
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| Woah, woah, woah |