| Someone’s basement party,
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| backward and cross-dressed,
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| she’s a circus girl in a shower of oranges.
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| She’s a fabulous mess
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| and I wasn’t quite at my best when I said
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| «you look like you’ll never leave California.»
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| I felt my fingers inching towards you oh so slow.
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| We got room to grow.
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| We got room to grow.
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| And I want to find out all the things the chaos brings.
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| There’s something in you I believe in,
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| cause there’s something in you I believe in.
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| I can’t see the floor from the clothes from the night before
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| and we lay in a bed that’s never made.
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| When she lets herself go she’s like no one you’ll ever know.
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| It was true then what I said to you a long time ago.
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| We got room to grow.
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| We got room to grow.
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| And I’ll take you in no matter what your chaos brings.
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| There’s something in you I believe in.
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| There’s something in you I believe in.
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| There’s something in you I believe in.
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| There’s something in you I believe in.
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| There’s something in you I believe in.
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| There’s something in you I believe in.
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| There’s something in you I believe in. |