| Hey. |
| I’d like to say I want to get fucked up and die with you
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| Yeah, that pretty face- I fell apart as you walked in the room
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| So hey, let’s ditch this place
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| The empty bottles won’t set the proper mood for you and me
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| And vibe- I’m thinking more your eyes through candlelight
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| So now I sing «All around me I can feel this fucking groove
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| Any place without you is now irrelevant too»
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| The Windy City’s air, it makes me weak
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| You try so hard to pretend that you don’t feel a thing
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| ‘Cause I feel this aura here between us and city streets
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| There’s a change in me that I just can’t ignore
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| Endorphins don’t have much against the energy
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| Vanilla-scented laser beams through you and me
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| I can’t compete against the universe’s schemes
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| I’m in a daze of shades of pink
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| I can’t believe I got got
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| You know you got me right here, right now
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| And I’ll go if you will have me
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| So we can be alone for maybe a second and feel this out
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| Cause I know, you know, we both know that I won’t make the first move
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| No, I can’t because I’m out of fucking moves
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| I just want to lay in bed with you and never move again
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| That’s all I wanna do, it’s something overdue
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| The way your auburn hair falls from your cheek
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| I try so hard to present that it doesn’t faze me
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| I’m gone for now but I’ll be home in a couple weeks
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| One-thousand miles away, will you wait for me? |