| I think this one’s a keeper
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| He’s not like the last one
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| We spend our days and nights up
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| On his velvet couches
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| He’s a bit of a stoner
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| It keeps his attention
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| He still lives with his mother
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| And father and sister
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| He likes to take me for
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| A drive up downtown
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| Running away with me
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| We drink in the crowds
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| But then it all goes silent
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| A yell then a whisper
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| He blew it up with secrets
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| He pulled on the trigger
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| Oh oh oh
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| 'Cause I can’t say come over and
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| I can’t say when I’m into you
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| All the words that you lay down
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| Are nothing but broken
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| Met at the Silver Dollar
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| Sipped sevens and sevens
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| This one’s got me excited
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| He’s playing he’s winning
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| He’s got another lover
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| He told me he said so
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| He said that I’m much better
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| You know I believed him
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| He liked to take me for
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| A walk up downtown
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| Running away with me
|
| We smoke in the crowds
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| But then it all goes silent
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| A yell then a whisper
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| He said I’m too invested
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| He pulled on the trigger
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| Oh oh oh
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| 'Cause I can’t say come over and
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| I can’t say when I’m into you
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| All the words that you lay down
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| Are nothing but broken
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| And I can’t be in the moment
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| And I can’t run through the streets to you
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| All the words that you lay down
|
| Are nothing but broken
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| I think this one’s a keeper
|
| He’s not like the last one
|
| We spend our days and nights up
|
| On his velvet couches
|
| He’s a bit of a stoner
|
| It keeps his attention
|
| He still lives with his mother
|
| And father and sister
|
| Oh oh oh
|
| Cause I can’t say come over and
|
| I can’t say when I’m into you
|
| All the words that you lay down
|
| Are nothing but broken
|
| And I can’t be in the moment
|
| And I can’t run through the streets to you
|
| All the words that you lay down
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| Are nothing but broken |