| Well I’d go house to house and knock on every door
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| I’d take down all the walls and tear up every floor
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| Just to figure out, oh what we’re fighting for
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| And all I can do is sit and let the air speak for you
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| Cause when words meet heartbeats, baby, come on
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| You know it’s not even fair and a first-round knockdown
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| Baby, the floor, you know I’m already there
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| And the sun sets high and that moon is low
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| Cause when words meet heartbeats, baby, you’ll know
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| Well there’s silence now, there’s nothing more to gain
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| And it isn’t right if I can’t run away
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| Because it kills the mood when there’s nothing left to say
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| And all I can do is sit and let the air speak for you
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| Cause when words meet heartbeats, baby, come on
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| You know it’s not even fair and a first-round knockdown
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| Baby, the floor, you know I’m already there
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| And the sun sets high and that moon is low
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| Cause when words meet heartbeats
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| And I’m not too tired
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| I’m not too tired to know what you’re doing
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| And I’m not too tired, I’m not too tired to see
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| And I’m not too tired
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| I’m not too tired to know what you’re doing with me
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| Cause when words meet heartbeats, baby, come on
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| You know it’s not even fair and a first-round knockdown
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| Baby, the floor, you know I’m already there
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| And the sun sets high and that moon is low
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| Cause when words meet heartbeats, and words meet heartbeats
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| When words meet heartbeats, baby, you’ll know |