| You want me back in slow-mo
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| You want a field in sea blue
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| You want me in a dress though
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| You want a shot in lomo
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| My life isn’t a movie
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| Even if it seems groovy
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| There’s a place you want to be
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| And that’s no longer with me
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| You want a romance letter
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| Written on old time paper
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| You wish that you could love her
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| But you want the forbidden other
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| My life isn’t a movie
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| Even if it seems groovy
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| There’s a place you want to be
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| And that’s no longer with me
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| You tell me you want me to stay
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| But you want photo every holiday
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| To send away in a cruel card
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| To show them we are who we aren’t
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| And if you want lights in your life
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| That’s fine just let me play lead in mine
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| You want my folded number
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| Some relic used to feel in love
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| You should feel every wonder
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| Your ideas are six feet under
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| My life isn’t a movie
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| Even if it seems groovy
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| There’s a place you want to be
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| And that’s no longer with me
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| You tell me you want me to stay
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| But you’re in a mess and somehow I’m in the way
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| Some hopeful look, some quick relief
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| I’m in a book between your teeth
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| And if you want lights in your life
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| That’s fine just let me play lead in mine
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| I’m not some light in your life
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| You’re not a bone in mine
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| But there’s no wasted time
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| I hope you’re learning
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| You’re learning
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| You tell me you want me to stay
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| We’re all gonna get over it someday
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| This is always the hardest part
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| So if you want lights in your life
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| That’s fine just let me play lead in mine |