| When I tell you a secret,
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| Don’t you dare tell a soul.
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| I had this dream last night,
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| Where you and I grow old.
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| We had a room full of pictures,
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| And a handful of chairs.
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| We don’t dance like we used to,
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| But we don’t really care.
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| We sing do whatcha do, do whatcha do,
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| Lost in our favourite songs.
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| Do whatcha do, do whatcha do,
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| Laugh when we sing 'em wrong.
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| Now I, need a second to say you’ll never be lonely,
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| I plan on watching us grow grey.
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| Now I, get this feeling inside whenever you hold me,
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| Whoa, honey, let’s feel this way everyday.
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| I’m not drunk,
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| But I’m not sober.
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| My head’s spinning for
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| This four leaf clover.
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| I’m not drunk,
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| But I’m not sober.
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| My head’s spinning for
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| This four leaf clover.
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| When you’re cold, I’ll be colder,
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| The clothes on my back are yours.
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| The weight of the world, once on your shoulders,
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| You don’t have to wait anymore.
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| image:
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| Take your pressure, take your pain,
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| Feed it to the flames.
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| We’ll lie by the fireside,
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| And whisper each other’s names.
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| Now I, need a second to say you’ll never be lonely,
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| I plan on watching us grow grey.
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| Now I, get this feeling inside whenever you hold me,
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| Whoa, honey, let’s feel this way everyday.
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| I’m not drunk,
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| But I’m not sober.
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| My head’s spinning for
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| This four leaf clover.
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| I’m not drunk,
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| But I’m not sober.
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| My head’s spinning for
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| This four leaf clover.
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| We sing do whatcha do, do whatcha do,
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| Lost in our favourite songs.
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| Do whatcha do, do whatcha do,
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| Laugh when we sing 'em wrong.
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| Now I, need a second to say you’ll never be lonely,
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| I plan on watching us grow grey.
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| Now I, get this feeling inside when you hold me,
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| Whoa, honey, let’s feel this way everyday.
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| Whoa, honey, let’s feel this way everyday.
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| Whoa, honey, let’s feel this way everyday. |