| Remember that feel of my hands running through your hair on your bedroom floor
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| Caught in the thrill of a life spending cash on shit that we can’t afford
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| No, this ain’t the end, no, I’m not dissuaded by your demeanor
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| And if you forget, the memories fade, I’ll be your timekeeper
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| 'Cause I want you more, more, more
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| Ooh, ooh, baby
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| Ooh, ooh, baby
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| More, more, more
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| Ooh, ooh, baby
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| Ooh, ooh, baby
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| Show you that first date at the ramen place
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| When I picked you up late, we were happy that day
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| You told me 'bout your family, how they hate all your decisions
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| But you never felt it heavy, and you still had vision
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| Show you that first night when we just had sex
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| When your eyes rolled back to the back of your head
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| But now you’re so damn mean, is it a cultural thing?
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| Guess that you forgot that night when you called me a dream, heavy
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| And you cannot even tell me what’s the reason
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| But you’re addicted to a loneliness, that feeling
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| (Those flowers didn’t help, huh?)
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| You say it’s in your head, you blamed the seasons
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| (Shit, I hate this cold, too)
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| But you’re addicted to a sadness, to that feeling
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| (Whatever, just stay on your phone)
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| Remember that feel of my hands running through your hair on your bedroom floor
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| Caught in the thrill of a life spending cash on shit that we can’t afford
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| No, this ain’t the end, no, I’m not dissuaded by your demeanor
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| And if you forget, the memories fade, I’ll be your timekeeper
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| 'Cause I want you more, more, more
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| Ooh, ooh, baby
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| Ooh, ooh, baby (I want you)
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| More, more, more
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| Ooh, ooh, baby (Oh)
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| Ooh, ooh, baby
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| Show you that first fight at Hodges Bend
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| When we talked it all out, sealed it up in a kiss
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| But then you had another drink, said you could not feel it
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| 'Til you threw that glass at me, when you saw I looked at him (Fuck)
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| Jealousy is quite a bitch, and you thought that I was joking when I offered the
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| hitch
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| I don’t need all the memories to know we’re A-team
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| And if you can’t see that, then fucking leave, babe
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| You can’t even tell me what’s the reason
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| (Goodbye, RK)
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| But you’re addicted to a loneliness, that feeling
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| (Guess I’ll see you another day)
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| You say it’s in your head, you blamed the seasons
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| (And to RB, too)
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| But you’re addicted to a sadness, to that feeling
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| (Just keep that focus on you)
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| Remember that feel of my hands running through your hair on your bedroom floor
|
| Caught in the thrill of a life spending cash on shit that we can’t afford
|
| No, this ain’t the end, no, I’m not dissuaded by your demeanor
|
| And if you forget, the memories fade, I’ll be your timekeeper
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| 'Cause I want you more, more, more
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| Mmm, baby, I want you more |