| All this love has got me feeling alive
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| But alive is just a letter without life
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| And a letter that could do us no better set
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| in stone remember me forever, forever.
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| And she swept me right off my feet
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| And stole my last breath
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| And I stole her sheets
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| And then she confessed I hate you more than
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| you hate me boy, but I don’t give a damn
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| So kiss me underwater with your hand.
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| And I don’t care about the ambulance,
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| Nostalgia knows her name
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| They call her loner, they her loner
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| And I’d be ever so inclined one day
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| To rain on her parade like I don’t know her,
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| like I don’t know her.
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| And capture her embrace
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| And all this lust has got me feeling inspired
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| So burn the carnivals down in our minds
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| From the first cut to last incision
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| Two tiny worlds brace for our collisions
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| Alone.
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| And she swept me right off my feet
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| When I don’t care about the ambulance
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| Nostalgia knows her name
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| They call her loner, they her loner
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| And I’d be ever so inclined one day
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| To rain on her parade like I don’t know her,
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| like I don’t know her.
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| And capture her embrace
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| I don’t care about the ambulance
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| Nostalgia knows her name
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| They call her loner, they her loner
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| And I’d be ever so inclined one day
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| To rain on her parade like I don’t know her,
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| like I don’t know her.
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| And I’d be ever so inclined one day
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| to rain on her parade |