| Down southern, pulled under
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| Crossed fingers, eyes wander
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| A torn t-shirt, warm evening
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| A dark secret you can’t keep it
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| But in the car all the stars arrive on my ceiling
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| Cigarettes you forget I’ve known you seven years
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| And then your blood stop stutters I’m the one who always made you feel it
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| And what I’ve done is not enough to hope you out of here
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| Long summer, the sun lingers
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| A sure stunner, in deep water
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| But in the car all the stars arrive on my ceiling
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| Cigarettes you forget I’ve known you seven years
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| And then your blood stop stutters I’m the one who always made you feel it
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| And what I’ve done is not enough to hope you out of here
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| What I’ve done is not enough to hope you out of here
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| But in the car all the stars arrive on my ceiling
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| Cigarettes you forget I’ve known you seven years
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| And then your blood stop stutters I’m the one who always made you feel it
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| And what I’ve done is not enough to hope you out of here
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| And from your mouth coming out tell me nothing really matters
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| But tonight and this ride you don’t want to see it end
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| But in truth you know that I can still see the blood in the water
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| And what I’ve done is not enough to hope you out of here
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| What I’ve done is not enough to hope you out of here |