| Slow dance
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| Me and my nervous hands
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| You and your empty plans
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| Did we even like each other?
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| Everything was high school teams
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| Dreaming of a rivalry
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| I think I died and came back another
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| Violet sky, hold me tighter
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| Feel my fire slip into your lungs
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| Wondering eyes chasing after
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| Pull me backwards like the moon and sun
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| Ooh
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Ooh
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Slow clap from the back of the class, I cry when I laugh
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| I laugh when I think about the past, do you? |
| Do you laugh too?
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| 'Cause all these coffee shops are looking like graveyards
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| All my friends got married to a day job
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| Violet sky, hold me tighter
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| Feel my fire slip into your lungs
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| Wondering eyes chasing after
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| Pull me backwards like the moon and sun
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| Ooh
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Ooh
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| Ooh, ooh
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| I was in the backseat, singing Sierra Leon
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| You were taking side streets, looking for somewhere to smoke
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| Just a couple kids going in with nowhere to go
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| Nowhere to go, nowhere, nowhere
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| I was in the backseat, singing Sierra Leon
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| You were taking side streets, looking for somewhere to smoke
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| Just a couple kids going in with nowhere to go
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| Nowhere to go, nowhere, nowhere
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| I was in the backseat, singing Sierra Leon
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| You were taking side streets, looking for somewhere to smoke
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| Just a couple kids going in with nowhere to go
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| Nowhere to go, nowhere, nowhere
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| I was in the backseat
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| Devil’s in the backseat, oh |