| Am I loud and clear, or am I breaking up?
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| Am I still your charm, or am I just bad luck?
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| Are we getting closer, or are we just getting more lost?
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| I’ll show you mine if you show me yours first
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| Let’s compare scars, I’ll tell you whose is worse
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| Let’s unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words
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| We live on front porches and swing life away,
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| We get by just fine here on minimum wage
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| If love is a labor I’ll slave till the end,
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| I won’t cross these streets until you hold my hand
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| I’ve been here so long, I think that it’s time to move
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| The winter’s so cold, summer’s over too soon
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| So let’s pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow
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| I’ve got some friends, some that I hardly know
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| But, we’ve had some times, I wouldn’t trade for the world
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| We chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go
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| We live on front porches and swing life away,
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| We get by just fine here on minimum wage
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| If love is a labor I’ll slave till the end,
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| I won’t cross these streets until you hold my hand
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| Swing life away |