| We’ve almost made it past the honeymoon stage
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| Feels like I’ve known you my whole life and only yesterday
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| Sometimes we’re silent sometimes we’ve got a lot to say
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| So in the moment, we don’t talk too much anyway
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| I got better at loving me since you came my way
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| Don’t know where we’re going but I don’t want a thing to change
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| When we go MIA it’s a grat escape
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| Rock skipping waves in Costa dl Margate
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| And it’s you playing it cool
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| But that’s fine with me that’s fine with me
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| We’re on shrooms on the log flumes
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| Straight to the beach and down to the sea
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| Don’t! |
| You! |
| Want! |
| To! |
| Come! |
| With! |
| Me! |
| Down! |
| Some! |
| Where! |
| Lovely! |
| Out of! |
| Town!
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| Don’t want to put a name on this but you got hold of my heart and you’re pulling
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| Say say you’re good enough for m
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| Say say you’re rubbing off on me
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| In the movies the pay for this
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| You’re so natural when you’re kissing me
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| Say say you’re bad enough for me
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| Say say you’re good enough
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| I got better at loving me when you came my way
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| Rock skipping waves in Costa del Margate
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| And it’s you playing it cool
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| But that’s fine with me that’s fine with me
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| We’re on shrooms on the log flumes
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| Straight to the beach and down to the sea
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| Would you marry me if I won the lotto
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| Santa baby take you down the grotto
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| Didn’t think I’d make two tomorrow
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| Do you have a bag of tea for me to borrow
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| One two three too many nights
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| Up late and I’m still high
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| I see the early mornings
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| And she’s the only sure thing
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| Straight to the deep end
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| And I will love you
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| All the waveforms carry you all the way home
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| And it’s you playing it cool
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| But that’s fine with me that’s fine with me
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| We’re on shrooms on the log flumes
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| Straight to the beach and down to the sea
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| You’re not falling you’re floating
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| He says my soul is certi 'cos it’s British made
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| I told him I’m from all over but I’m here to stay
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| And it’s you playing it cool
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| But that’s fine with me that’s fine with me
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| And we’re on shrooms on the log flumes
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| Down to the beach and into the sea |