| With the lights down low,
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| She waited home
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| He never called the phone,
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| He never picked her up just like he said he would
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| And so she sent him loving messages
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| Ask him straight what this is
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| The light down low,
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| She waited home
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| He never called the phone,
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| He never picked her up just like he said he would
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| And so she sent him loving messages
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| Ask him Straight What this is
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| Driving, speeding, believing, friday evening, feeling
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| Driving, speeding, believing, friday evening, feeling
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| My black and blue a-against the wall, wall. |
| ah-oh
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| My scream is muted-ed as we fa-all
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| You never stick around, fade into your background
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| Now this is ish, it’s — it’s out the window.oh.ah-oh
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| And I’m driving speeding, believing, friday evening, feeling
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| Driving speeding, believing, friday evening, feeling
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| A flash of all your childish games, games, ah-ames
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| Remains as we’re standing face-to-face
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| Yeah, for always playing that field
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| My defence stands with no shield
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| Now this is-h is out the window and I’m.
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| The lights down low,
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| She waited home
|
| He never called the phone,
|
| He never picked her up just like he said he would
|
| And so she sent him loving messages
|
| Ask him straight what this is
|
| Driving, speeding, believing, friday evening, feeling
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| Driving, speeding, believing, friday evening, feeling
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| Driving, speeding, believing, friday evening, feeling
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| Driving, speeding, believing, friday evening, feeling |