| Dust in my eyes, tears on my face
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| Boy next to me says he’s been in the same place
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| Mind just racing in the middle of the night
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| Wondering what it’s gonna look like in the daylight
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| Wondering if he’s on the right path
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| Wondering how long his luck will last
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| Baby, that’s what I call feeling mortal
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| Put your head and cry on my shoulder
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| We can watch the moon turn bright blood red
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| You can stay the night in my tree-house bed
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| Oh-oh, oh-oh, he’s got my soul in his hands
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| And oh-oh, Next to Skid Row on a rooftop we slow dance
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| Is this forever
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| I’m not at my best
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| But I’m addicted to the music swear I hear in his chest
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| Both brilliant on the ground floor
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| Do pretty well with a closed door
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| Yeah, it’s now or never but tomorrow will change
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| Go to different cities and rearrange
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| Wondering if he’s on the right path
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| Wondering how long our luck will last
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| Baby, that’s what I call feeling mortal
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| Put your head and cry on my shoulder
|
| We can watch the moon turn bright blood red
|
| You can stay the night in my tree-house bed
|
| Oh-oh, oh-oh, he’s got my soul in his hands
|
| And oh-oh, Next to Skid Row on a rooftop we slow dance
|
| Is this forever
|
| I’m not at my best
|
| But I’m addicted to the music swear I hear in his chest
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| I swear he’s trying to say he loves me
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| The way he’s moving his mouth
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| I swear he’s trying to say he loves me
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| But the words never come out
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| I swear he’s trying to say he loves me
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| The way he’s moving his mouth
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| I swear he’s trying to say he loves me
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| But the words never come out
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| Baby, that’s what I call feeling mortal
|
| Put your head and cry on my shoulder
|
| We can watch the moon turn bright blood red
|
| You can stay the night in my tree-house bed
|
| Oh-oh, oh-oh, he’s got my soul in his hands
|
| And oh-oh, Next to Skid Row on a rooftop we slow dance
|
| Is this forever
|
| I’m not at my best
|
| But I’m addicted to the music swear I hear in his chest
|
| I swear he’s trying to say he loves me
|
| But the words never come out
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| I swear he’s trying to say he loves me
|
| But the words never come out
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| I swear he’s trying to say he loves me
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| But the words never come out |