| Nothing can change if you’re spending your nights all alone
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| Hit the ground, hit the pavement
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| Nothing can wash the worry off your mother’s face
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| No one can say for certain what tomorrow brings
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| Is it clean or unworthy?
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| No, we can’t rinse away this taste
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| Well, I still love the way you feel. |
| And I still love the way it feels
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| Well, I still love the way she feels. |
| Yeah, I still love the way…
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| Pointing to the moon. |
| Shootin' in the clouds
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| Everything I do… Elevated now
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| I’m high as skyscrapers
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| I’m high as skyscrapers
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| We’re sick
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| Well, there’s nothing to be missed and while it’s cold outside we’re biting
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| window frames
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| We’re sick
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| And while there’s nothing here to miss
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| I know tomorrow brings more pain
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| Well, I still love the way you feel. |
| And I still love the way it feels
|
| Well, I still love the way she feels. |
| Yeah, I still love the way…
|
| Pointing to the moon. |
| Shootin' in the clouds
|
| Everything I do… Elevated now
|
| I’m high as skyscrapers
|
| I’m high as skyscrapers
|
| Pointing to the moon. |
| Shootin' in the clouds
|
| Everything I do… Elevated now
|
| I’m high as skyscrapers
|
| We’re sick
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| I’m high as skyscrapers
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| We’re sick
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| I’m high as skyscrapers |