| We rode around on the couch in the basement of your
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| Friend’s house
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| I got home at five AM
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| I like the drive, so I don’t mind that
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| But if I were to come back
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| Would these things happen again?
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| We’ll spend the night if you sneak out
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| I promise not to make a sound
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| You’d rather just stare at the stars
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| I guess it’s wrong, but you still tingle
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| If you were single, it might not be the same
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| I’m wrong, I’m wrong
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| But oh, I’m right
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| I write better at night and get scared at daylight
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| Cause I’m easily afraid but not easily swayed
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| And you’ve got what it takes
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| So thanks for making my day
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| I never mention all the stories
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| It’s not that they’re boring
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| But some secrets are fun to keep
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| These awkward glances and romance
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| We take these chances because they might be gone next
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| Week
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| See, I can’t sing and I can’t dance
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| And I’m not good at romance
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| I’m not good at anything I admit
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| But it’s too late to worry much
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| Let’s go to sleep, I’ll keep in touch
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| And I won’t care in the morning
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| I’m wrong, I’m wrong
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| But oh, I’m right
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| I write better at night and get scared at daylight
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| Cause I’m easily afraid but not easily swayed
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| And you’ve got what it takes
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| So thanks for making my day |