| And the stars, waiting for the sun to rise
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| There she lies, in my arms
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| I’m a sucker for the summer nights, girl
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| Getting high on the farm
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| Let’s live it up 'cause I don’t wanna die (Don't wanna die)
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| Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, hmm
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| Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, hmm
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| Soft skin like moonstones, woah, woah
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| Tequila got me too close now, woah, ooh
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| Sunrise, sunrise, sunrise
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| I’ma tell a story, I can summarize
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| In my head, I said I **** you like a hundred times
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| Let the bus take you home, fuck a Uber ride
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| Girl I’m too excited, what it do tonight?
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| I would stay with you right now, I got this stupid flight
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| Girl, I wanna see, do you wanna get me
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| Or do we have a thing?
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| I call, you don’t ring, I got too many rings
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| Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, hmm
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| I don’t know if you want me, girl there’s a lot of us
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| You been doin' things, yeah we proud of ya
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| Been puttin' in that work, like that body does
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| They get on the bus, you better ride with us
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| You better ride with us (You better ride)
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| (Oh, oh-ah, hold me tight
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| All those nights I cried, I don’t know why)
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| All issues disappear soon as I can cough
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| No soft tissues, my tears fell and froze
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| Now my collarbone’s all crystals
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| A small gesture goes a long way in this dark prism
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| Your stare’s a silent pistol, the boy was your only victim
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| Like you’re so freakin' far out of my league, I been really trippin'
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| I forgot how we was livin', my niggas just got evicted
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| I picked a golden pencil out my pocket and gettin' busy
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| They told me it’s all written
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| I been on tour, rollin' ****
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| On the bus and I’m sittin', really just reminiscing
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| Like one day, she’ll get the vision
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| When I build her the house with all the glass and the marble kitchen
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| 'Til then, we retrofittin' the Honda Civic
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| And whippin' the X through the city
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| Eatin' pasta at the Commons like it’s my business
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| Promise I’m God’s witness, and you a goddess
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| Birthday’s coming up
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| My niggas said don’t get you nothing too expensive
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| You say it’s too expected
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| If it was up to me, I’d put the rose petals down for you, girl
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| At your every entrance
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| Flex is too extensive, sometimes it get offensive
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| So in reality, I’m in the cut of the club with my jaw clenched
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| And tinted lenses, even more expected, fuck
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| She said, «I love our friendship»
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| My heart dropped when I saw you sent it
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| And if you ever got a sign from my eyes, girl just know I meant it
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| I just wish that night never ended, fuck
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| 'Cause girl, if it’s up to me, it’s up to me, you’re mine
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| But I just think you and me might really need some time
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| 'Cause we can’t base our whole damn life off just one night
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| If you say that we’re just friends, I say you’re right
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| (The water flooded the ocean)
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| Oh, oh
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| (Let's run away
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| Don’t worry about the end, I’ll see you soon)
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| Down by home, I’ve seen this road before
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| I don’t know if your soul can pay the toll
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| Down by home, I’ve seen this road before
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| I don’t know if your soul can pay the toll
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| Down by home, I’ve seen this road before
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| (We only met one night, but in our future I saw a thousand lives)
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| I don’t know
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| (Fingertips felt down your back 'til I found your spine, am I still alive?)
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| If your soul can pay the toll
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| (Vilified by my sinful eyes
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| When I leave your side I begin to cry, I’m traumatized
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| Long strolls behind Abbey Road
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| We’re so cold that the autumn died, it’s all in the eyes)
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| Down by home
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| (It's probably how I find the way
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| That you standing through space and time, a contortion of ions)
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| I’ve seen this road before
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| (The way that I see it, the way that you sleeping
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| For me there’s no portion of lying, absorbed in the nightfall)
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| I don’t know
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| (Let bygones be bygones
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| So I crawl home with no shoulder to cry on)
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| If your soul can pay the toll
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| (No crushing ****, no houses send flowers)
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| Syre cried a flowing river into the valley where the sun set for hours
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| And on the banks of these rivers, these poems were written for miles
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| About the boy who chased the sunset in his unsettling trials |