| I don’t know who let you in
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| You’re too bold to give a shit
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| The sound of the ocean makes you smile
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| While the smell of seaweeds on your mind
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| You run your hand against my cheek
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| you want my fingers on your lips
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| So let me take you to the sand
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| Before the California sun is gone
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| I don’t want to know if you fall down and you love roses
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| I don’t want to know when you fall down and you love roses
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| The scripted memories I found
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| From my brain to call on them
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| The bit of roses isn’t shy
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| But they aren’t used to being dry
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| I watch the way you bite your lips
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| Your lipstick cracks with every kiss
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| The morning sun is on the hills
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| As I turn my key to let you in
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| I don’t want to know if you fall down and you love roses
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| I don’t want to know when you fall down and you love roses
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| I know you can’t understand the way I am
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| But you assume to know what I do
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| And I don’t want that kind of man
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| I don’t want you in my life
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| I only loved you for one night
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| A flower blooms before it dies
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| But you don’t know that I don’t wanna to be with you
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| I don’t want to know if you fall down and you love roses
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| I don’t want to know when you fall down and you love roses |