| White lines dancing
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| In the ripple of a heat wave
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| Your hand on my thigh
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| Never thought I’d be the one
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| To get a little luck on
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| Please let me be wrong
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| We live our lives through
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| Each other
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| Not below and not above
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| And if I make it to the other side
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| I know
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| It’ll be through the middle of your love
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| Now I’m waiting for some friction
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| Slow me down
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| Please
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| Slow me down slow me down
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| And one day I’ll be waiting up for
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| Your keys in the front door
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| Eyes wide open
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| Like I’ve never seen you before
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| You hang your jacket
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| On the back of the chair
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| You throw your keys on the table
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| There’s so much to tell you
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| I hope I can remember it all
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| 'Cause waiting is a gamble
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| Sometimes you forget
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| What you were waiting for
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| Now you’re crying in the front yard
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| You wouldn’t put your shoes on
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| But wait for me
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| Wait for me
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| Wait
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| White lines dancing
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| You’re living right through me
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| Thought I must have been led
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| Turns out
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| I was always leading
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| And never will I be
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| Bled dry
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| If I never stop bleeding
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| And we walked the streets at night
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| And we talked with a fever
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| We put a little money in a jar
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| That we could spend in the future
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| And I was trying to belong to you
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| But you were living right through me
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| And I remember thinking
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| If I could get a little luck on
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| Through the sheer force of my will
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| That I could make something happen
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| Your hand on my thigh
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| And I remember you told me
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| That there would always be
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| More time
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| But one day
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| There won’t be |