| And all I am is a man
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| I want the world in my hands
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| I hate the beach but I stand
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| In California with my toes in the sand
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| Use the sleeves of my sweater
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| Let's have an adventure
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| Head in the clouds but my gravity's centered
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| Touch my neck and I'll touch yours
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| You in those little high waisted shorts, oh
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| She knows what I think about
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| And what I think about
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| One love, two mouths
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| One love, one house
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| No shirt, no blouse
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| Just us, you find out
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| Nothing that I wouldn’t wanna tell you about, no
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| 'Cause it's too cold for you here
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| And now, so let me hold
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| Both your hands in the holes of my sweater
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| And if I may just take your breath away
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| I don't mind if there's not much to say
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| Sometimes the silence guides a mind
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| To move to a place so far away
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| The goosebumps start to raise
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| The minute that my left hand meets your waist
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| And then I watch your face
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| Put my finger on your tongue
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| 'Cause you love the taste, yeah
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| These hearts adore
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| Everyone the other beats hardest for
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| Inside this place is warm
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| Outside it starts to pour
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| Comin' down
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| One love, two mouths
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| One love, one house
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| No shirt, no blouse
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| Just us, you find out
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| Nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about
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| No, no, no
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| 'Cause it's too cold for you here
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| And now, so let me hold
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| Both your hands in the holes of my sweater
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| 'Cause it's too cold for you here
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| And now, so let me hold
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| Both your hands in the holes of my sweater, woah
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| Woah, woah, woah
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| Woah, woah, woah, woah
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| Woah, woah
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| Woah, woah, woah, woah
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| Woah, woah
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| 'Cause it's too cold for you here
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| And now, so let me hold
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| Both your hands in the holes of my sweater
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| 'Cause it's too cold for you
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| Now, let me hold
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| Both your hands in the holes of my sweater
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| And it's too cold, it's too cold
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| The holes of my sweater |