| Got a wishbone drying on the windowsill in my kitchen
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| Just in case I wake up and realise I've chosen wrong
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| I love this life that I have
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| The vine hanging over the door
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| And the dog who comes when I call
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| But I wonder sometimes what I'm missing
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| Well, my hot blood's been burning for so many summers now
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| It's time to cool it down, wherever that leads
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| 'Cause all the beautiful girls, they will fade like the roses
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| And all the times they will change, it'll all come around
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| I don't know
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| Maybe I'm stoned at the nail salon
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| Maybe I'm just stoned at the nail salon again
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| Got a memory of waiting in your bed wearing only my earrings
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| We'd go dancing all over the landmines under our town
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| But the sun has to rise
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| When it does, we'll divide up the papers
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| Two former hell-raisers
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| I'm still crazy for you, babe
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| Well, my hot blood's been burning for so many summers now
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| It's time to cool it down, wherever that leads
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| 'Cause all the music you loved at sixteen you'll grow out of
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| And all the times they will change, it'll all come around
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| I don't know
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| Maybe I'm just
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| Maybe I'm just stoned at the nail salon again
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| Oh, make it good
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| Oh, make it good
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| I'd ride and I'd ride on the carousel
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| 'Round and 'round forever if I could
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| But it's time to cool it down
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| Whatever that means
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| Spend all the evenings you can with the people who raised you
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| 'Cause all the times they will change, it'll all come around
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| I don't know
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| Maybe I'm just stoned at the nail salon
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| Maybe I'm just stoned at the nail salon again |