| I was staring at the view, a gaze I’d never seen before
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| It was nearly half past two, hotel rooftop in New York
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| She was wearing blue jeans
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| We were chasing our dreams
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| And I’m hitting the road now
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| I don’t wanna slow down
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| All those nights when we were wasted
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| Who would have thought it may be true?
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| Its close enough where I can taste it
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| It boils down to me and you
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| It all comes down to me and you
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| We were young, naive and unsure, nothing ever felt so real
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| I was breathing in the moment, pulling on an empty reel
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| I was wearing blue jeans
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| We were chasing our dreams
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| And I’m hitting the road now
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| I don’t wanna slow down
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| And all those nights when we were wasted (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
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| Who would have thought it may be true? |
| (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
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| It’s close enough where I can taste it (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
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| It all comes down to me and you (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
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| It all comes down to me and you
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| It all comes down to me and you
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| I can’t tell if I’m sinking into something ever so lightly
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| Or if treading became a defense mechanism
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| But I think that we’re stronger than we think we are when we float around the |
| thought of being worth something more than a little bit of engagement
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| And if you set aside the strength, the love, the loss, the hope,
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| and the learning
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| I am loving really loosely, and really freely
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| Because if we’re fighting, then at least we’re caring
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| And maybe I’m stronger than I think I am
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| And maybe we’re stronger than we think we are |