| I wonder how that bike trip’s going
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| I wonder if the government knows he’s hiding
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| It’d probably take a few more months
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| Florida’s a long way from Rhode Island
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| I watch her rest her hands inside her lap
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| I try to focus hard 'cause her eyes don’t make the frame
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| I try to work up the courage to kiss the bottom half of her face
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| Amora cut her hair in Baltimore right before I left
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| I watch her sitting by herself, talking to herself
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| Breathing calmly, then try to catch her breath
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| Casanova just can’t turn the charm on
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| Or find any of the right vibrations
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| I know these women if he don’t wanna do it
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| Then they are probably just gonna make him
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| You can never tell when they’re fucking around
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| Everything you’re feeling is common
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| Even though you’ve never felt so alone
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| I could probably catch a ride to your house
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| And borrow a bike to get back home
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| She says you gotta promise not to break
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| No matter how far you are bent
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| She says I gotta shift my position
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| And try to get comfortable again
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| We both choose the same tone
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| Mine was an alarm clock, ringing from a cellphone
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| Mouth the words to me so we can keep things quiet
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| And I’ll still know exactly what you mean
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| And it is probably just my friends fucking around
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| Yeah, it is probably just my friends fucking around
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| They never cut me any slack
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| It’s just my friends fucking around
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| And it is probably just my friends fucking around
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| Yeah, it is probably just my friends fucking around
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| They never cut me any slack
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| It’s just my friends fucking around |