| Crashed on the floor when I moved in
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| This little bungalow with some strange new friends
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| Stay up too late, and I’m too thin
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| We promise each other it’s till the end
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| Now we’re spinning empty bottles
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| It’s the five of us
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| With pretty eyed boys girls die to trust
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| I can’t resist the day
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| No, I can’t resist the day
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| Jenny screams out and it’s no pose
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| 'Cause when she dances, she goes and goes
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| Beer through the nose on an inside joke
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| I’m so excited, I haven’t spoken
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| And she’s so pretty
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| And she’s so sure
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| Maybe I’m more clever than a girl like her
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| The summer’s all in bloom
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| The summer is ending soon
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| It’s alright
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| And it’s nice not to be so alone
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| But I hold on to your secrets in white houses
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| Maybe I’m a little bit over my head
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| I come undone at the things he said
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| And he’s so funny in his bright red shirt
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| We were all in love
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| And we all got hurt
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| I sneak into his car’s cracked leather seat
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| The smell of gasoline in the summer heat
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| Boy, we’re going way too fast
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| It’s all too sweet to last
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| It’s alright
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| And I put myself in his hands
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| But I hold on to your secrets in white houses
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| Love, or something ignites in my veins
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| And I pray it never fades in white houses
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| My first time
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| Hard to explain
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| Rush of blood, oh
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| And a little bit of pain
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| On a cloudy day
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| It’s more common than you think
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| He’s my first mistake
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| Maybe you were all faster than me
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| We gave each other up so easily
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| These silly little wounds will never mend
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| I feel so far from where I’ve been
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| So I go
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| And I will not be back here again
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| I’m gone as the day is fading on white houses
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| I lie
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| Wrote my injuries all in the dust
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| In my heart, it’s the five of us in white houses
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| And you, maybe you’ll remember me
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| What I gave is yours to keep
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| In white houses
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| In white houses
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| In white houses |