| Crisscrossing what’s the path less traveled
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| Fresh footsteps on your track
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| I paddle upstream
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| So you’ll see me falling downtown
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| Where you’ll meet me
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| That jacket that you left in my car
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| Still lying with the stains from spilling ice cream
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| Like we’re sixteen
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| Falling for me
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| Going steady
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| Just hold my breath till then
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| Cause it’s 1am and it’s colder than outside
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| Here I am just trying way too hard
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| Can you squeeze me one last time
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| But I can’t pretend I’m a terrible liar
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| See right through but I’m dying inside so
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| Can you squeeze me one last time
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| Exqueeze me
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| Baguette and some wine we’re under
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| The Eiffel Tower where we’re plotting sunny
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| Future babies
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| In each arm a
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| Happy family
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| Little yellow house with palm trees
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| Suitcases half packed for escaping
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| Mondays
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| With the World A’s
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| Riding airplanes
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| Like they’re taxis
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| Just hold my breath till then
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| Cause it’s 1am and it’s colder than outside
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| Here I am just trying way too hard
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| Can you squeeze me one last time
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| And I can’t pretend I’m a terrible liar
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| See right through but I’m dying inside so
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| Can you squeeze me one last time
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| Is it hot or is it me on fire
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| Is it wrong to need that touch sometimes
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| Cause it’s 1am and it’s colder than outside
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| Here I am just trying way too hard
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| Can you squeeze me one last time
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| And I can’t pretend I’m a terrible liar
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| See right through but I’m dying inside so
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| Can you squeeze me one last time
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| One last time |