| What if I told you minutes can turn to water?
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| What if I told you we can get back where we want to?
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| Oh, we could rewind, baby you and I, we could rewind
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| What if I told you that days are really an ocean, girl?
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| What if I told you these arms are meant to hold you?
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| We could rewind, baby you and I, we could rewind
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| When love was a drug, we couldn’t get enough of each other
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| Baby, every night
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| Rewind
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| What if I told you that I’m not the man I used to be?
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| What if I told you «Just give me one shot and then we’ll see»?
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| Just rewind, baby you and I, we could rewind
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| When love was a drug and we couldn’t get enough of each other
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| Baby, every night, you and I
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| When love was a drug, we couldn’t get enough of each other
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| Baby, every night, let’s just rewind
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| When love was a drug we couldn’t get enough of each other
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| Baby, every night, you and I
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| When love was a drug we couldn’t get enough of each other
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| Baby, every night, you and I, I
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| Stop, rewind, pause, why?
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| Live in this moment in time, stimulating body and mind
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| You and I, we’re turning back the clock to when you were mine, all mine
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| Let’s turn back the clock now, baby you and I, baby you and I, yeah
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| Let’s turn back the clock now, baby you and I, baby you and I
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| Let’s turn back the clock now, let’s turn back the clock now
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| Baby you and I, baby you and I, rewind, we can rewind
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| Let’s turn back the clock now, baby you and I, baby you and I, yeah
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| Let’s turn back the clock now, baby you and I, baby you and I
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| Let’s turn back the clock now, let’s turn back the clock now
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| Baby you and I, baby you and I, rewind, we can rewind
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| What if I told you that love was a drug and we couldn’t get enough of each
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| other?
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| Baby, every night, you and I
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| Love was a drug and we couldn’t get enough of each other
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| Baby, every night, let’s just rewind
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| Bring it back…
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| You’re a cocaine
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| Where the hell do I begging?
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| You took me places that I never ever never been
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| We’re cookin' bitch, that’s Mr. Pinkman
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| Hearin' the clock tick, now that’s just the weekend
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| You’re on that super chronic, you’re straight from the stars
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| I said I’d never try it, now I need more and more
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| Are you all for?
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| Just let me swing back the hands… |