| Love me sober
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| Hold me tighter than you would ever, you would ever, you would ever want to
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| Call me over
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| Pull me closer than you would ever, you would ever, you would ever want to
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| But devotion’s like an ocean that’s swallowing me, swallowing me whole
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| And I can’t fight the feeling that I want to grow, I want to grow old with you
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| But beneath my head is war
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| 'Cause I’m yours, I’m yours
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| So do whatever, do whatever, do whatever you want with me
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| Feets move slower
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| Chest grows tighter
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| Than it should ever, it should ever, it should ever need to
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| So treat me nicer
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| And get me higher than you would ever, you would ever, you would ever need to
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| But devotion’s like an ocean that’s swallowing me, swallowing me whole
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| And I can’t fight the feeling that I want to grow, I want to grow old with you
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| But beneath my head is war
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| 'Cause I’m yours, I’m yours
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| So do whatever, do whatever, do whatever you want with me
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| I’m yours, I’m yours
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| So do whatever, do whatever, do whatever you want
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| Do whatever, do whatever, do whatever you want with me |