| Air-conditioning is cold.
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| Summer’s hot and love is old.
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| I wish I was smaller,
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| A little creepy-crawler.
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| There’s lovers' sin in this town.
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| Lovers cannot lay down.
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| The summer’s hot as hell here, you know.
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| If we think we can drink now,
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| We won’t stop 'cause we don’t know how.
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| It’s cold but we love how it feels so right.
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| I’ll sweat it all out, you sweat a lot, too.
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| We hurt the same, the same black and blue.
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| Oh-oh, oh-oh,
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| I wanna catch my death of cold,
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| Oh-oh, oh-oh,
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| 'Cause I’m scared of growing old.
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| Oh-oh, oh-oh,
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| Don’t return the love I gave.
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| Oh-oh, oh, oh…
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| You’re still my favorite…
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| Troubles win in this town.
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| Troubles don’t turn upside down.
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| They shit on the last bit of fun.
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| There’s sin all around.
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| Yeah, lovers cannot lay down,
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| And the winter wears and tears at our bones.
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| At night, he lays awake
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| And his heart aches.
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| 'Cause it’s cold.
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| He sweats it out all the night through,
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| Then he throws up all over me and you.
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| Oh-oh, oh-oh,
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| I wanna catch my death of cold,
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| Oh-oh, oh-oh,
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| 'Cause I’m scared of growing old.
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| Oh-oh, oh-oh,
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| Don’t return the love I gave.
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| Oh-oh, oh, oh…
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| You’re still my favorite…
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| Air-conditioning is cold.
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| Summer’s hot and love is old.
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| I was I was even smaller…
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| A little creepy-crawler… |