| Talk to me nice
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| I think you’re confusing stars with streetlights
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| I think you’re wishin upon something I’m not up on there’s something I’ve been
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| stuck on
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| Why don’t you tell me bout the light in the distance
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| And how it covers the whole city while it’s spinnin'
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| Come sing me stories like the one about the stormy seas
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| Or when you traveled from the south of France to Normandy
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| Mamacita take a seat I ordered Lagunitas
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| Driver’s seat I take her home so she can kick her feet up
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| Free lanes on this freeway no autobahn
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| Seascapes she traveled on D Days it’s high stakes my
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| Eyes ache from the high beams
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| So many fish in the high seas, she’s a Pisces
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| Cast my line now they’re biting
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| Rocky coasts and light houses
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| Swore she knows now I doubt it
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| Talk to me nice I think you’re confusing stars with streetlights
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| Talk to me nice, talk me to sleep this drive has me weak top down sail
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| On on these high high seas
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| She talk to me sweet, but talks not always cheap
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| She’s a Pisces, surrounded by these Gemini eyes I see, not just sparks but
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| lightning
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| She don’t know, where she plans to go,
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| She’s no hand to hold, I lit her days but she’s afraid to look
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| That far down as she scans the road, tryna span the globe
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| I always knew that attitude could sink my ship and my crew
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| On open ocean constellations could look clearer to you
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| Highway hypnosis light leaked through,
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| You steeped in me hot tea think I seeped into you,
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| Peaked new horizons I peaked into view,
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| You need to
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| Talk to me nice
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| You treat your friends like you don’t know that they’re your vice
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| Your stories end you’re too on edge to take advice
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| Fight for respect, you’re too defensive spend the night
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| Eyes ache from the high beams so many fish in the high seas, she’s a PISCES,
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| cast my line now they’re biting
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| Rocky coasts and light houses, swore she knows now I doubt it |