| So, you’re feeling misery in the morning
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| You could say your brain wasn’t too deep in it
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| You just love the way the pain just hits your fingertips (Yeah)
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| It was company 'til tires screech in the parking lot
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| Three windows with some shoulders hanging out of them
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| You looked at me and said, «We shouldn’t have run into them»
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| Now your heart is racing, knees are shaking, you’re beside yourself
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| This is a carnal message, you’re a cry for help
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| I should look behind you, hear and see the demons we were dealt
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| But my foolish brain can’t think of nothing else, no
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| It thinks about your hips on mine
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| Don’t care if it’s gone tonight
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| Insanity in disguise, it’s alright, alright
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| Wait, not the perfect time
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| We’re always preoccupied
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| Keeps seeing in my mind
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| Your hips on mine
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| Your hips on mine
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| So now I grab your hand and we will take off running
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| That’s what we get for growing up on a corner where the cops don’t come when
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| you call them, oh
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| I say the odds if we outrun them increase if you tether yourself to me
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| You put your hands on my shoulders, huh
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| Tell me to pull you in closer, ooh
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| Now my heart is racing, knees are shaking, I’m beside myself
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| My anxiety wreaks havoc on my health, oh
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| We take shelter underneath your parents' Pennsylvania deck
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| But my brain don’t know if we’ve escaped 'em yet, no
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| 'Cause it’s thinkin' 'bout your hips on mine
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| Don’t care if it’s gone tonight
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| Insanity in disguise, it’s alright, alright
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| Wait, not the perfect time
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| We’re always preoccupied
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| Keep seeing it in my mind
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| Your hips on mine
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| Your hips on mine |