| Now, I like fire but it’s burning through the place
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| And I admire how you carry it with grace
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| And, oh, how I try
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| I try to tell you you’re the one
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| As temperatures rise in the shadows of the sun
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| But if it’s cool by summer
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| Then I’ll be crying till the end of time
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| Don’t lose the mood by summer
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| Cause I’ll be dying, dying, dying, dying
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| Can we talk about labels, babe?
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| And if you’re seeing anyone
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| In the parking lot on display
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| Days turn to midnights in the park, living off the spark
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| But if it’s cool by summer
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| Then I’ll be crying till the end of time
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| Don’t lose the mood by summer
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| Then I’ll be dying, dying, dying, dying
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| Dying, dying, dying, dying
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| You know what they say,"All of the good times-- good times may fade"
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| Let’s put them to shame and live for the wild ride-- stay high, unchained
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| If it’s cool by summer
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| Then I’ll be crying till the end of time
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| Don’t lose the mood by summer
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| Cause I’ll be dying, dying, dying, dying
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| I’m not a fool in the typical way
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| I’m not a smooth guy (just play it cool if it’s true now) |
| Just play it cool, baby, mean what you say
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| Don’t gotta buy time
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| No lies, no |