| Gleaming, twinkling
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| Eyes like sinking ships on waters
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| So inviting, I almost jump in
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| But I don't like a gold rush, gold rush
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| I don't like anticipatin' my face in a red flush
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| I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch
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| Everybody wants you
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| Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you
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| Walk past, quick brush
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| I don't like slow motion, double vision in rose blush
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| I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush
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| Everybody wants you
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| But I don't like a gold rush
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| What must it be like to grow up that beautiful?
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| With your hair falling into place like dominoes
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| I see me padding across your wooden floors
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| With my Eagles t-shirt hanging from the door
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| At dinner parties, I call you out on your contrarian shit
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| And the coastal town we wandered 'round had nеver seen a love as pure as it
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| And thеn it fades into the gray of my day-old tea
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| 'Cause it could never be
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| 'Cause I don't like a gold rush, gold rush
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| I don't like anticipatin' my face in a red flush
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| I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch
|
| Everybody wants you
|
| Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you
|
| Walk past, quick brush
|
| I don't like slow motion, double vision in rose blush
|
| I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush
|
| Everybody wants you
|
| But I don't like a gold rush
|
| What must it be like to grow up that beautiful?
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| With your hair falling into place like dominoes
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| My mind turns your life into folklore
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| I can't dare to dream about you anymore
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| At dinner parties I won't call you out on your contrarian shit
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| And the coastal town we never found will never see a love as pure as it
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| 'Cause it fades into the gray of my day-old tea
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| 'Cause it will never be
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| Gleaming, twinkling
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| Eyes like sinking ships on waters
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| So inviting, I almost jump in |