| She’s got a «Meat is Murder» sticker on her hybrid
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| Down on Alvarado where the sun is blindin'
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| Choker and Doc Martins like its '95 and
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| Hair the ocean blue off some exotic island
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| Keep my mouth shut 'cause I’ll say too much
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| Fall apart the moment that I feel your touch
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| Keep my mouth shut 'cause I’ll say too much
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| Fall
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| Apart
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| So I bite my tongue
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| Turn off the phone, it can wait
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| It can wait 'til the mornin' comes
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| So I bite my tongue
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| Let our hands, let our hands do the talkin'
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| Let our hands, let our hands do the talkin'
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| Let our hands, let our hands do the talkin'
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| I was never cool but I could make her smile
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| Didn’t sound like other kids from Long Island
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| Probably wasted four years at state college
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| But now I know everything about narcotic
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| Keep my mouth shut 'cause I’ll say too much
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| Fall apart the moment that I feel your touch
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| Keep my mouth shut 'cause I’ll say too much
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| Fall apart that
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| (That that that that that)
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| So I bite my tongue
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| Turn off my phone, it can wait
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| It can wait 'til the mornin' comes
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| So I bite my tongue
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| Let our hands, let our hands do the talkin'
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| Let our hands, let our hands do the talkin'
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| Let our hands, let our hands do the talkin'
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| She’s got a «Meat-»
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| She’s got a «Meat-»
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| She’s got a «Meat is Murder» sticker on her hybrid
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| Down on Alvarado
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| So I bite my tongue
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| Turn off my phone, it can wait
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| It can wait 'til the mornin' comes
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| So I bite my tongue
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| Let our hands, let our hands do the talkin'
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| Let our hands, let our hands do the talkin'
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| Let our hands, let our hands do the talkin'
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| Let our hands, let our hands do the talkin'
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| Let our hands, let our hands do the talkin' |