| Woah oh
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| Woah oh
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| Woah oh
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| Woah oh
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| Drinking at the beach on Sunday nights, we’re listening loud to mixtapes
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| The water’s cold, the street is slow, the kids bang on hot pavement
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| There’s no faults, there’s no bones
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| To pick, we’ve got no problems
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| But that was then and this is now, I’ll never
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| Forget you
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| I’d drive a thousand miles
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| Through the night to get to you
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| At times, we got so blind
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| We lost our minds and you played the fool
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| People sit down, smoke outside the club, the singer plays piano
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| Talking as we walk down by the songs we’re hearing on our radio
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| There’s no faults, there’s no bones
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| To pick, we’ve got no problems
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| But that was then and this is now, I’ll never
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| Forget you
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| I’d drive a thousand miles
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| Through the night to get to you
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| At times, we got so blind
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| We’d catch a breath and you played the fool
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| And we’re, we’re left behind
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| Remind me of what I could do
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| And I didn’t wanna steal your crown
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| Didn’t want to let you down
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| And I’d walk the world for you
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| Oh, you don’t care about the ride so much
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| Oh, about tomorrow
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| I wish I could understand
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| Woah oh
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| Woah oh
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| Woah oh
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| Woah oh
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| We’re left, left behind
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| Remind me of what I could do
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| And I didn’t want to steal your crown
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| I didn’t want to let you down
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| I’d walk the world for you
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| For you
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| For you
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| For you
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| Every time
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| Woah oh
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| Woah oh
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| Woah oh
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| Woah oh
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| Woah oh
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| Woah oh
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| Woah oh |