| Misty, when you want to hit those wedding bells, you should stop yourself
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| You should see yourself angry
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| Screaming to the ceiling
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| Girl, you look like hell
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| But when riding pills we get heavenly
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| On a balcony
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| And baby’s not a wreck on the wayside yet
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| Although she stuck out her neck to see how dark she could take it
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| The wind is wild while the spray is wet
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| And a heart gets high as a heart can get
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| On a balcony, high above the sea
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| You are the woman, on some Firefall
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| Do you wanna ball on that brilliant beach?
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| So hard I thought I hear my future daughter call through the static wall of a
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| flashing dream
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| And it’s a wild, weaving ride to the sea
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| Little demon, believe it from me
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| They say that you’re living off something-and-soda, some fine wine from 1983
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| They say you’re a fantasy
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| Clap like a comma, Hear the sentence sing
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| Hear the whole world ring, Hey, it’s bursting with bravery
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| Misty, when it’s whittled down to just one thing
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| It amazes me, that simplicity
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| I wandered through the market like a slumming king
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| And the sun, it stings. |
| Hell, I hadn’t seen the sun for weeks
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| When we finally walk away from everything on our own four feet
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| I hear you call my name from a balcony
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| And I like the way you say it |