| Beyond the pines and the breeze I shoot
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| There’s a place where I undo
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| And it happens all the time
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| I’m immune to good advice, oh
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| Swiss watch and a baseball cap
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| Won’t go far with a face like that
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| Still they keep me wanting more
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| A church with a locked door
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| You keep me wanting more
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| Everything gets blurry, am I right where you want me?
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| Melting like an ice cream in the sun
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| He’s low and she’s high, but I take it offline
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| Is there really such a thing as too much fun?
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| An ice cream in the sun
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| Art imitates life again
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| Rose and I used to be friends
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| We’d hang out from time to time
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| When we could toe the line, oh
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| What I lack in humility
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| My ego pays back to me
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| And it keeps me wanting more
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| A church with a locked door
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| You keep me wanting more
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| Everything gets blurry, am I right where you want me?
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| Melting like an ice cream in the sun
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| He’s low and she’s high, but I take it offline
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| Is there really such a thing as too much fun?
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| An ice cream in the sun
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| Everything gets blurry, am I right where you want me?
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| Melting like an ice cream in the sun
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| He’s low and she’s high, but I’m taking it offline
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| Is there really such a thing as too much fun?
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| An ice cream in the sun |