| I was 16 with a rocket
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| And some sunshine in my pocket
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| It was how you used words I didn’t know
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| And the way you said my name
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| And cut up peaches and them brown eyes
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| Lit a flame up that we pretend doesn’t glow
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| You know space and time wouldn’t let you be mine
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| What I’ve come to understand
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| Is entropy wouldn’t leave you to me
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| I’m right back where I began
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| In the arms of a stranger, pretending it’s love
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| Holding her closely, remembering your touch
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| And I’m wrapped around your finger, even though I’m locked up
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| In the arms of a stranger, pretending it’s love
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| There were times I think about us
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| Overcome by the nostalgias
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| I am on call when you need me, let me know
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| But we’re drifting in a strange way
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| I’m aware that it’s mistake if I love you
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| It’s a mistake if I don’t
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| You know space and time wouldn’t let you be mine
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| What I’ve come to understand
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| Is entropy wouldn’t leave you to me
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| I’m right back where I began
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| In the arms of a stranger, pretending it’s love
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| Holding her closely, remembering your touch
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| And I’m wrapped around your finger, even though I’m locked up
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| In the arms of a stranger, pretending it’s love
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| And she smelled like Michigan
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| And it felt like lust
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| And the nostalgia’s killing me
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| And it’s all because
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| I’m in the arms of a stranger, pretending it’s love
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| Holding her closely, remembering your touch
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| And I’m wrapped around your finger, even though I’m locked up
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| In the arms of a stranger, stranger, stranger
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| In the arms of a stranger, pretending it’s love
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| Holding her closely, remembering your touch
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| And I’m wrapped around your finger, even though I’m locked up
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| In the arms of a stranger, pretending it’s love |