| Maybe there ain’t enough water under this bridge
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| Maybe we were on the right track and got lost
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| Maybe there’s no such thing as being just friends
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| 'Cause every damn time we think we’ve turned this off
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| Night comes knocking
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| There’s no stopping
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| The fact that you want me and I want you
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| The clock keeps ticking
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| We start missing
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| Wide open in the night
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| Hold me tight till the sky turns blue
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| Blame it on the alcohol
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| It only feels alot like love
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| You still call and I still pick up
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| I still pick up
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| I still pick up
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| You tell me what you’ve been telling your friends
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| And I tell you what I’ve been telling mine
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| That, we ain’t made for each other
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| Bad at love, but good lovers
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| Better off than sober
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| It’s over, it’s over
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| Till night comes knocking
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| There’s no stopping
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| The fact that you want me and I want you
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| The clock keeps ticking
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| We start missing
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| Eyes wide open in the night
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| Hold me tight till the sky turns blue
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| Blame it on the alcohol
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| Lonely feels alot like love
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| You still call and I still pick up
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| I still pick up
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| Yeah
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| We ain’t made for each other
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| Bad at love but good lovers
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| Better out than in sober
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| It’s over, it’s over
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| Till night comes knocking
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| There’s no stopping the fact that you want me and I want you
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| The clock keeps ticking
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| We start missing
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| Eyes wide open in the night
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| Hold you tight till the sky turns blue
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| Blame it on the alcohol
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| Lonely feels alot like love
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| You still call and I still pick up
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| I still pick up |