| That’s when I was loving the most
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| Your hands in my coat
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| You said you needed somewhere to go
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| Like I wouldn’t let you into my home
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| You told me you’d remember this when I get low
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| When we’re thirty, we can marry if we’re both alone
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| Your head was full of worry that you’ll miss me when I’m gone
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| «Don't hurt yourself,"you say
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| You’re an infant crawling on the floor
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| One door down, a neighbor and her baby lives
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| You keep them up with all the noise
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| Don’t blow yourself up, boys
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| Don’t blow yourself up, boys
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| That’s when I was loving the most
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| Your hands in my coat
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| I know I need somewhere to go
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| Turn this house to my home
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| «Don't hurt yourself,"you say
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| You’re an infant crawling on the floor
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| One door down, a neighbor and her baby lives
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| You keep them up with all the noise
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| Don’t blow yourself up, boys
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| By the end of September
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| I’d known you better than I ever had before
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| Watch for toes, we silence ourselves
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| In hopes to understand each other more
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| «Don't hurt yourself,"I say
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| We’re just infants crawling on the floor
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| One door down, a neighbor and her baby lives
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| You keep them up with all the noise
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| Don’t blow yourself up, boys (Don't blow yourself up)
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| Boys (Don't blow yourself up)
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| Boys (Don't blow yourself up)
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| Boys (Don't blow yourself up)
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| Boys (Don't blow yourself up) |