| Ooh
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| Ooh
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| If we lost our minds
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| Blew up like dynamite
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| Wouldn’t that be nice?
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| Wouldn’t that be nice?
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| If we gave up the life
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| Threw it all aside
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| Wouldn’t that be nice?
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| Wouldn’t that be nice?
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| Poured another shot of Bulleit after a fight
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| Then you took one look into my tortured eyes and you realized
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| That this was never what you came for
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| Something down the middle without the burn
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| It was volatile, money made it worse
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| Covered up the hurt
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| Plus you never could believe that I loved you
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| For exactly who you were
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| Before you got caught in the game
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| Before you changed your address and your name, girl
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| I never could have built this universe
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| Without you at the front of the gate
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| But you won’t look at me the same
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| So if we lost our minds
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| Blew up like dynamite
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| Wouldn’t that be nice?
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| Wouldn’t that be nice?
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| If we gave up the life
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| And threw it all aside
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| Wouldn’t that be nice?
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| Wouldn’t that be nice?
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| Oh-oh, the lit fuse is creeping up
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| Is time moving slow enough?
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| Caught in our collision course (Oh-oh)
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| Exactly what we signed up for (Exactly what we signed up for)
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| With Neptune in retrograde
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| Got used to the shine (Of rose-colored haze)
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| Now we’re restless in the cosmic bed we made
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| And I can’t read your mind, woah
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| Fortified, we were
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| Somewhere we crossed the line (Crossed the line)
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| And this guilty conscious stays in overdrive
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| Tryna rectify
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| Rearrange and redefine
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| Before we capsize
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| If we lost our minds (Lost our minds)
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| Blew up like dynamite (Dynamite)
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| Wouldn’t that be nice? |
| (Oh)
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| Wouldn’t that be nice?
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| If I gave up the life
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| Threw it all aside (Oh, baby)
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| Wouldn’t that be nice?
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| Wouldn’t that be nice? |
| (Oh)
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| Woah, woah
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| If I lost my mind
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| Lit the dynamite
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| Never compromised
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| Would it make it right?
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| If we gave up our life
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| And threw it all aside
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| Wouldn’t that be nice, babe?
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| Wouldn’t that be nice? |