| There’s a place I go where there’s no heat
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| But it never gets cold, and that I know for sure
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| There’s a rusted gate and a chandelier
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| A flowered door and a mattress on the floor
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| She lays me down so low here under the stars
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| And knowing it won’t last just tears me apart
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| This is how it goes
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| This is how it goes
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| Baby, we’re rolling
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| Just a boat on the ocean
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| Up in the sky
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| Heaven so close
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| Taking off your clothes
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| Taking off my clothes
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| Give me a moment
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| I don’t care if it’s stolen
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| Way up high
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| In your sweet little bungalow
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| She’s got a temper, yeah like a redhead
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| A tabby cat and a tattoo she regrets
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| She’s a carpenter with a book of poems
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| Got another side that no one really knows
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| Watching through the window you smile in the dark
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| Knowing we can’t stay here, but you left a mark
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| This is how it goes
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| This is how it goes
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| Baby, we’re rolling
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| Just a boat on the ocean
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| Up in the sky
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| Heaven so close
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| Taking off your clothes
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| Taking off my clothes
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| Give me a moment
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| I don’t care if it’s stolen
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| Way up high
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| In your sweet little bungalow
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| This is enough, don’t be insecure
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| As long as you kiss me when I walk through your window
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| To your door and I’ll know
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| When the night is filled with cold
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| We’ll be warm, and nothing matters
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| When the world is moving slow
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| I got you in my arms
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| Now it’s fine, don’t feel low
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| This is how it goes
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| This is how it goes
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| Baby, we’re rolling
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| Just a boat on the ocean
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| Up in the sky
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| Heaven so close
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| Taking off your clothes
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| Taking off my clothes
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| Give me a moment
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| I don’t care if it’s stolen
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| Way up high
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| In your sweet little bungalow |