| Locomotive love turning me on
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| It’s a slowing forward motion
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| I pay two dollars just to ride the bus
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| And my baby she’s rich
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| That bitch do anything she pleases
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| I don’t wanna write too much
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| I don’t wanna do too much
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| Cuz I don’t wanna miss your touch
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| And I don’t wanna fuck this up
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| Well I don’t wanna write too much
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| I don’t wanna do too much
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| Cuz I don’t wanna miss your touch
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| And I don’t wanna fuck this up
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| But I love her so
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| I hate it you when you walk out the door
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| My hearts on the bottom of the ocean floor
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| But you’re so unpredictable
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| I don’t know if you’ll ever come back home
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| And if you do, you won’t be alone
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| Arm and arm with another girl
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| But you’re so unpredictable
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| I don’t know with you ever
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| Don’t wanna write too much
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| I don’t wanna do too much
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| Cuz I don’t wanna miss your touch
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| And I don’t wanna fuck this up
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| Don’t wanna write too much
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| I don’t wanna do too much
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| Cuz I don’t wanna miss your touch
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| And I don’t wanna fuck this up
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| I’d rather die
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| Oooh
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| Than to live without you
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| I’d rather die oooh
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| Than to live without you |