| Dusty couldn’t blame us We were young and indie famous
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| Still not enough to save us from our fear of heights
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| You know they might call it a gamble
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| Or an Oklahoma scramble
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| We left the basement in a shamble on those summer nights
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| But still you know
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| But still you know I can’t allow myself to fall for you
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| But still you know
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| But still you know I can’t allow myself to fall for you
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| I might say you were smitten
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| By the envy I’d been bitten
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| You wrote some songs I wish I’d written
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| But I’d wait awhile
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| Sometimes I wish we’d taken chances
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| With the flames or at the dances
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| Across the room we traded glances
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| And I’d see you smile
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| But still you know
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| But still you know I can’t allow myself to fall for you
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| But still you know
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| But still you know I can’t allow myself to fall for you
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| Don’t ever say I didn’t choose you
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| Still it stung a bit to lose you
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| Despite the distance and the whose who
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| We’d stay friends for sure
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| Bet it demons that would damn us For the Dunes and Tropicanas
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| You sure looked cute in those pajamas and a bit demure
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| But still you know
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| But still you know I can’t allow myself to fall for you
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| But still you know
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| But still you know I can’t allow myself to fall for you |