| It’s a drunken midnight on the streets
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| Brightly dusted with a neon light
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| We duck behind the corner store
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| Smoke your smokes while I keep
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| A watchful eye
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| Right here, right now
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| I hope before the night is through
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| One fumbled touch will finally hit the spot
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| You’ve got everything going for you
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| So I’ll go for you with everything I got
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| Right here, the best days of our lives
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| Is this coincidence or a sign?
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| Is there anything I missed?
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| Is there anything I missed?
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| Tell me if I’m wrong
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| But why would we change a thing?
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| When the morning light fights through the cracks
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| Cascading across the bed, and you are mine
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| When your parents start to wake for work
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| Between the sheets, I’ll keep a watchful eye
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| Right here, the best days of our lives
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| Is this coincidence or a sign?
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| Is there anything I missed?
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| Is there anything I missed?
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| Tell me if I’m wrong
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| But why would we change a thing?
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| When we met I was on my back
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| I swear we spent most afternoons
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| Somewhere in the act
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| We were part of something ours
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| And ours alone
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| Anywhere was home
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| We’re almost here again
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| When we met I was on my back
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| I swear we spent most afternoons
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| Somewhere in the act
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| We were part of something ours
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| And ours alone
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| Anywhere was home
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| We’re almost here again
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| We’re almost here again
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| We’re almost here again
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| Right here, right now |