| All I am is a man
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| I want the world in my hands
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| I hate the beach
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| But I stand
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| In California with my toes in the sand
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| Use the sleeves of my sweater
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| Let's have an adventure
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| Head in the clouds but my gravity's centered
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| Touch my neck and I'll touch yours
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| You in those little high-waisted shorts, oh
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| She knows what I think about
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| And what I think about
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| One love, two mouths
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| One love, one house
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| No shirt, no blouse
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| Just us, you find out
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| Nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, no
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| 'Cause it's too cold
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| For you here and now
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| So let me hold
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| Both your hands in the holes of my sweater
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| And if I may just take your breath away
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| I don't mind if there's not much to say
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| Sometimes the silence guides our minds
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| So move to a place so far away
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| The goose bumps start to raise
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| The minute that my left hand meets your waist
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| And then I watch your face
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| Put my finger on your tongue
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| 'Cause you love to taste, yeah
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| These hearts adore
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| Everyone the other beats hardest for
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| Inside this place is warm
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| Outside it starts to pour
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| Coming down
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| One love, two mouths
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| One love, one house
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| No shirt, no blouse
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| Just us, you find out
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| Nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, no, no, no
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| 'Cause it's too cold
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| For you here and now
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| So let me hold
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| Both your hands in the holes of my sweater
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| 'Cause it's too cold
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| For you here and now
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| So let me hold
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| Both your hands in the holes of my sweater
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| Whoa, whoa...
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| Whoa, whoa... whoa
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| Whoa, whoa...
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| Whoa, whoa...
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| 'Cause it's too cold
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| For you here and now
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| So let me hold
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| Both your hands in the holes of my sweater
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| It's too cold
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| For you here and now
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| Let me hold
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| Both your hands in the holes of my sweater
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| It's too cold,
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| It's too cold
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| The holes of my sweater... |