| I like the warm nights, I like the rain fall
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| I like it best when it used to be
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| Some pretty somewhere, where we’ll share
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| A mixtape and a cigarette
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| If I could cuddle up your lies
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| Still finger-nailed for you
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| I like the photograph of the photographs
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| And the tough teeth of Mexico
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| I like the short breath before the big rest
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| Although I never let it go
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| If I could cuddle up your lies
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| Still finger-nailed for you
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| Still finger-nailed for you
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| I like the warm nights, I like the rain fall
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| I like it best when it used to be
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| Some pretty somewhere, where we’ll share
|
| A mixtape and a cigarette
|
| If I could cuddle up your lies
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| Still finger-nailed for you
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| Still finger-nailed for you |