| The taste of salt & cherries
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| Lingers on my guilt
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| Even miles away from the thrill
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| To view me from this vantage point
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| Makes me wonder
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| How I keep so still
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| I gotta get closer
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| Tho' we’re going too far
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| Let me cover over
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| It’s a beautiful day to play
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| With you in the dark
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| Hey, hey
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| I gotta hear you say
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| You want it just like before
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| I put the music of the MC5 on
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| While I’m knockin' on your door
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| My mind’s imagination leads to my anticipation
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| For another taste of the thrill
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| The slightest thought of you
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| Will send me back in time
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| To that wonderful day on the hill
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| I’m good at the bad
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| And I’ve got it so good
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| I’m outta control
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| I wouldn’t stop if I could
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| Hey, hey
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| I gotta hear you say
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| You want it just like before
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| I put the music of the MC5 on
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| While I’m knockin' on your door
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| I’m bad at the good
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| And I got it so bad
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| I’m sick of blurring the boys
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| With the girls, with the boys
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| Just to say that I have
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| Hey, hey
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| I gotta hear you say
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| You want it just like before
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| I put the music of the MC5 on
|
| While I’m knockin' on your door
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| Hey, hey
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| I gotta hear you say
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| You want it just like before
|
| I put the music of the MC5 on
|
| While I’m knockin' on your door
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| Hey, hey
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| Hey, hey
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| Hey, hey
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| Hey, hey |