| It’s five A. M
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| Heady nights are coming to a close
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| You’ve taken this boy under your wing
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| And he’s too drunk to find his way home
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| The couch is taken, no rugs awaiting
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| My love, what should we do?
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| Fully wasted and totally graceless
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| But I don’t want this churning for you
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| I’m through the looking glass if he ends up in our bed
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| Pussy’s taken over, setting fires in my head
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| Roses they keep teasing, and I can’t control their breeding
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| So let him sleep on the kitchen chairs instead
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| Just give me your love
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| Hair trigger on my gun
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| Just give me your love
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| Beating to an ancient drum
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| Just give me your love
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| To share you would be fucking dumb
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| Just give me your love
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| Close my eyes, plug into the sun
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| Eight A. M
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| I’m writing stories in the abyss
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| He thinks you’re calling him
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| Can’t help but put his hand on your hips
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| In a haze, you stir and pull away, you’re squirming
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| I know you just want my embrace
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| But he hold you strong and it turns you on
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| And you blur me into his face
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| I’m through the looking glass if he ends up in our bed
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| Pussy’s taken over, setting fires in my head
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| Roses they keep teasing, and I can’t control their breeding
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| So let him sleep on the kitchen chairs instead
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| Just give me your love
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| Hair trigger on my gun
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| Just give me your love
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| Beating to an ancient drum
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| Just give me your love
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| To share you would be fucking dumb
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| Just give me your love
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| Close my eyes, plug into the sun
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| Build me a bridge out of this jungle
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| (Just give me your love)
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| Save me from these weeds, cut me, cut me free
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| (Just give me your love)
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| Build me a bridge out of this jungle
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| (Just give me your love)
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| I need your love, maybe just a little too much
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| (Just give me your love)
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| I need your love, maybe just a little too much
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| (Just give me your love)
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| I need your love, maybe just a little too much
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| (Just give me your love)
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| (Just give me your love)
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| (Just give me your love) |