| Do, do, do, uh
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| Do, do, do, yeah see, we were
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| Skippin' stones on a rocky road, uh
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| Super souls colliding cautious with a perfect pose
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| Overloading with emotions like clouds are to lighting bolts
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| The lighthouse is only where we would go
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| Seeing everything from the top of our minds
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| Because we adore our voices and silence is more cherished that way
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| And now I’m never catchin' z’s
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| We talked about, uh
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| Passed lies passing on and passports
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| Even planned a plane to Japan just to live out of Jansports
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| Joining for the infinite abundance waiting for us
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| Was probably more frightening then we could have ever noticed
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| But the only thing that kept us floating was the golden boat we rode until we
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| wore dormant, docked, and ducked off
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| We smoked and watched the vapors fade into the winter transition breeze
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| And rocked and swayed into the catchy oak trees
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| Back forth, back forth
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| Just like that
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| Back forth, back forth
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| (Oh baby)
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| We go back forth, back forth
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| Back forth, back forth, back forth
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| (Oh baby)
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| We go back forth, back forth, back forth, back forth
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| (You know I love you girl)
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| We go back forth, back forth, back forth, back forth
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| (Oh baby) |