| It’s a house warming party with cold, cold rooms
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| And I wander, I wander the hallways looking for my shoes
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| I remember your tongue, in my mouth
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| It’s a house warming party with cold, cold rooms
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| And I wander, I wander the hallways looking for my shoes
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| I remember your tongue, in my mouth
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| So I could not speak the truth although the words
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| Wanted out, my tongue was tied to you
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| Whoa, we’re going down, with my mouth on your neck and our heads in the clouds
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| Sugar, sugar, sugar, we are a honeycomb love affair
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| It’s true our love was simple
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| So when they try to complicate it, who cares?
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| It’s none of their beeswax, try to get back
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| To the way we felt before it was like that, when hope was a memory soon it’s an
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| army of doves
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| That I got flying at my back for love
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| Whoa, we’re going down with my mouth on your neck and our heads in the clouds
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| Whoa, as your faith fades out, you should know
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| Hope is still on the prowl
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| Hope is still on the prowl
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| It’s a pool, a pool party, with chlorine in my nose and we find
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| We find each other’s bodies while we’re losing all our clothes
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| Try to get back, to the love that
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| We knew was always there before combat but there ain’t no sides, see?
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| Cause hope is enough, it’s enough
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| We’ll keep our heads above the water for love
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| Whoa, we’re going down with my mouth on your neck and our heads in the clouds
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| Whoa, as your faith fades out, you should know
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| Hope is still on the prowl
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| Hope is still on the prowl |