| How this gets so serious
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| I was just a little curious
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| Now I’m afraid this is dangerous
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| I drive hundred miles an hour
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| There’s a first time for everything
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| This is a place that I’ve never been
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| I can feel the adrenaline
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| I drive hundred miles an hour
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| Is this the feeling they sing about?
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| Put on the brakes but can’t slow it down
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| I don’t know how this love should go
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| But if it’s just like the radio
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| Then I’ll be watching every breath you take
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| And if you want a pretty wicked game
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| 'Cause all I’ve got to go off
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| Are lessons from a love song
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| Why don’t you tell me our sweet little lies
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| So I can die here in your arms tonight
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| 'Cause all I’ve got to go off
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| Are lessons from a love song
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| Since we were lovesome
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| Lessons from a love song
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| This new air feels hard to breathe
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| Is this how it’s supposed to be?
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| If sweet dreams are made of these
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| Then why can’t I be sure if
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| This is the feeling they sing about
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| Put on the brakes but can’t slow it down
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| I don’t know how this love should go
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| But if it’s just like the radio
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| Then I’ll be watching every breath you take
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| And if you want a pretty wicked game
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| 'Cause all I’ve got to go off
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| Are lessons from a love song
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| Why don’t you tell me our sweet little lies
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| So I can die here in your arms tonight
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| 'Cause all I’ve got to go off
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| Are lessons from a love song
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| Baby, this time we’ll write our own song
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| And maybe someday somebody learns from
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| Where this is heading, we’ll never know
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| But if it’s just like the radio
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| Then I’ll be watching every breath you take
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| And if you want a pretty wicked game
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| 'Cause all I’ve got to go off
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| Are lessons from a love song
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| Why don’t you tell me our sweet little lies
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| So I can die here in your arms tonight
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| 'Cause all I’ve got to go off
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| Are lessons from a love song
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| Since we were lovesome
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| Lessons from a love song |