| She convinces me to take the drive
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| So I hop on 55 and ride to the coast
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| To bury another ghost in the sand
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| Or let it drift away in the waves
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| Or carry me away from here
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| Sometimes I want to disappear
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| I’m only here for the day
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| I had to get away
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| Then she lays down next to me
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| And she says, «Hey, why don’t you stay the night?»
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| Implying we don’t have to fight
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| About where we’ve been or what we’d done before
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| Because it doesn’t matter anymore
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| Society’s got us twisted
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| But we don’t have to listen to what they say
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| Or what they expect from us
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| I think we must
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| We’re no strangers to lust
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| And if we break at the first sign of pressure
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| Then maybe lesser people deserve to be where we are
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| And to feel how we feel
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| So tell me is this real enough for you?
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| Don’t tell me if this isn’t real because I don’t want to know the truth
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| About you, about this town
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| About all the love we fake or the rules we break
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| Because I won’t feel the same when I wake
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| And her legs are shaking while my heart is racing
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| And then she’s telling me to slow it down
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| Well slow it down, we’ll slow it down
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| Then pick it right back up
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| We realize that it’s close to 5:00
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| We’ll finally close our eyes and sleep the day away
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| Then I’ll try to forget your face on my way home |