| And I swear to god, if you touch me one more time
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| You know the spot, between my hairline and my spine
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| And I swear to god, if you give a compliment
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| I’ll take this shot and hope I forget
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| That I don’t even know where you’re at
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| And I can’t remember the last time I held you
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| And I don’t even know where you’re at
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| And I can’t remember the last time I
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| Pulled off the table cloth and every dish just stayed in place
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| The magic gone and that solemn look upon your face
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| That says, «we're finally growing up.»
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| And I don’t even know where you’re at
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| And I can’t remember the last time I held you
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| And I don’t even know where you’re at
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| And I can’t remember the last time I held you
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| And I don’t even know where you’re at
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| And I can’t remember the last time I held you
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| And I don’t even know where you’re at
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| And I can’t remember the last time I
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| Pulled off the table cloth and every dish just stayed in place
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| The magic gone, and that solemn look upon your face
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| That says, «we're finally growing up.» |