| She said, «Let's start from the top
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| Just rid of everything
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| Like the notes in your pockets, the texts you’re always locking
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| And if it’s all the same
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| Forget all of those lines
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| Where you mention my smile
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| You gotta lot of nerve complimenting me
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| Through choruses and rhyme
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| But I know how you get from time to time:
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| 'We'll do this and that, travel the map'
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| And maybe just for a while
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| I thought you were my re-do
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| You thought you could change my name
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| I could tell by the look on your face
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| Whenever I would say-"
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| But that when I stopped
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| To listen or care
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| About anything other than a plan of attack
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| To get me back to where
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| You are my re-do
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| Or at least a pair of eyes
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| That would notice
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| When I couldn’t conjure words cause I thought about it too long
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| So I’ll leave the steady hands to Sean
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| 'Cause we all know I lack
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| In the field of conversing correctly
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| Without shaking or getting queasy
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| Not letting my emotions get involved
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| And on a side note
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| You stole my heart
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| Like I stole your hometown lingo
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| With steady hands and strong
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| (Steady hands and strong)
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| But now we’re down to brass tacks
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| And we both know it
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| The odds are in my favor-
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| Though you won’t show it
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| You etched holes in my brain
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| Deep and like you
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| Always too out of reach
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| To see it clearly
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| You sank words into my veins
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| Deep and like you
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| Too excited to get them out fully
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| I know I’m bad with expectations
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| The ones too large for any moment but I
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| I can promise expectations grounded for this time around
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| Let’s be the last to leave tonight
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| 'Cause I need time to find the courage
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| To speak my mind, to speak my mind
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| Just hear me out, oh, just this time
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| They don’t think we can make this last
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| But we got eyes that see past these nights
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| And we got calloused hands
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| But these arms aren’t tired
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| At least not yet
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| They just think we are young with broken hearts
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| Stomping around every day
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| So let’s stomp around breaking
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| Young at heart all the way |