| Sundresses decorate the cabin
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| You look so beautiful tonight
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| Everyone’s so beautiful tonight
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| Sundresses decorate the cabin
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| You look so beautiful tonight
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| Everyone’s so beautiful tonight
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| Grab my hand, let’s dance
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| Like we used to in high school
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| These are the golden years
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| Let’s spend them holding beers
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| One hand on the can
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| (One hand in your hand)
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| That’s my idea of romance
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| I love you
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| At least, I used to
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| I love you
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| At least, I used to
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| Don’t be nervous, my love
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| Just follow your heartstrings
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| I hope they tug to the rhythm of the beat
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| Like mine do to me
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| Sundresses
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| They decorate the living room like a neon stage
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| At the happiest place in the world
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| Until the lights turn off and I wake up
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| I’ll row my boat a million miles west just to brave this rapid current
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| And meet you up ahead
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| Separation is a test that I have questioned on behalf
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| Of what risks are worth taking and what mistakes I can subtract
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| From this equation
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| I can’t pretend
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| I’m too goddamn desperate
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| Just promise me tomorrow we won’t regret this
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| The irony of dehydrating along the sea
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| I miss you
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| That will never change
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| I miss you |