| It all starts when it’s me and you, going out on Friday night
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| It feels like the radio and the tyres rolling to my drive
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| Then my heart stops, like a beat drop
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| It’s a symphony when you sweet talk
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| Make this quiet town, feel electric loud
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| When the lights going down
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| Every word out of your mouth
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| Is like music
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| Like a 17 soundtrack
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| When you look at me like that
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| I lose it
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| My name on your lips, wanna replay your kiss
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| When I wake up, and lay down, and stay up and make out
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| When I say nothing
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| But it’s feeling something like music
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| Before I knew your love
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| Even with the volume up, it was silent then
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| And now you’re walking in the room all kind of smooth, like a violin
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| Everybody else is white noise
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| So talk to me, cause your voice
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| Is like music
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| Like a 17 soundtrack
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| When you look at me like that
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| I lose it
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| My name on your lips, wanna replay your kiss
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| When I wake up, and lay down, and stay up and make out
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| When I say nothing
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| But it’s feeling something like music
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| Your song on my skin is like…
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| So play it again just like…
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| Your song on my skin is like…
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| So play it again
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| My whole heart’s listening to your music
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| Like a 17 soundtrack
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| When you look at me like that
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| I lose it
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| My name on your lips, wanna replay your kiss
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| When I wake up, and lay down, and stay up and make out
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| When I say nothing
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| But it’s feeling something like music |