| Top shelf, girl is made of gold
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| Step into it, close enough to feel the cold
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| Where I wait days with no return
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| The sun, one, loves to make feel the burn, the burn
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| She’s my holiday
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| Only here for the game
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| My favorite mistake
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| Living inside the maze
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| Night fall, she’s a painted face
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| Not the only one who wants to win the race
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| While I wait days become the same
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| Heart still, in the end she calls my name, my name
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| She’s my holiday
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| Only here for the game
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| My favorite mistake
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| Living inside the maze
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| We can make it together
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| And I know
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| We can make it on our own
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| Always finds a way to run
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| Only when the heart begins to sound a drum
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| As we play I can feel the way
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| Half gone must be close to her escape, escape
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| She’s my holiday
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| Only here for the game
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| My favorite mistake
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| Living inside the maze
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| She’s my holiday
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| Only here for the game
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| My favorite mistake
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| Living inside the maze |