| Oh well, you’ve got me under your spell and I don’t think that I’m kidding
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| around
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| I don’t think I can forget you now
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| I once sat up on my roof and examined the planning of my town
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| I saw the structured grid and pavement cutting through the grass
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| And I remembered the cold of winter running up the legs of my pants
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| I picked the nicest lawn and imagined the two of us rolling around down along
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| the ground
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| I saw myself touch your face and I noticed jets begin to race above our heads
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| But I pinched my arm and remembered how much you hate me
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| I remembered the fact that I can’t see what you need
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| And I’m too stupid to be aware of the beauty that you give this place
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| And how shitty this town would be without you in it
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| I don’t think I can forget you now
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| When you aren’t around I let the shades fall down to shut out
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| All the sun’s light and make myself feel alright
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| What am I doing with my life?
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| Oh well, you’ve got me under your spell and I don’t think that I’m kidding
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| around
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| I don’t think I can forget you now
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| Remember that the only things we need sometimes are chilly nights and warmer
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| thighs
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| 'cause theres nothing like being held sometimes |