| She’s got an old suitcase of summer clothes
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| But she’s got nowhere to go
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| She’s got fifteen bucks left to her name
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| And the road to call her own
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| She sleeps alone on city streets
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| And calls me on the phone to say
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| «I miss you all the time
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| You’re all I’ve got to stay alive»
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| I don’t wanna take another step without you
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| And I don’t wanna wake another day
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| To watch you walk away
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| So if you’re mine, you better to mine
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| Until our lungs run out of time
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| And I don’t wanna feel this heart
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| Beat without you
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| She’s got her heart tattooed with knotted words
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| That she though she still believed
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| A New York smile in skinny jeans
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| And the moves to make you scream
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| She’d rather run and cut her ties
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| Then stay and let the moment die
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| She’s always on my mind
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| And without her, I can’t survive
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| I don’t wanna take another step without you
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| And I don’t wanna wake another day
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| To watch you walk away
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| So if you’re mine, you better to mine
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| Until our lungs run out of time
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| And I don’t wanna feel this heart
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| Beat without you
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| She came back from California
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| Lost her way alone in Georgia
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| Found she wanted something more
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| Like what she did before
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| And then she stumbled back into me
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| And took my breath away
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| I don’t wanna take another step without you
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| And I don’t wanna wake another day
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| To watch you walk away
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| So if you’re mine, you better to mine
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| Until our lungs run out of time
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| And I don’t wanna feel this heart
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| Baby so steal my heart
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| And I don’t wanna feel this heart
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| Beat without you
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| Beat without you, yeah
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| Beat without you, yeah
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| Beat without you |