| Looking at me wide eyed, bouncing out the door
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| Goosebumps on your skin, while swimming at Clovelly
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| Looking straight ahead, sitting by me in the car
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| Been wondering what you’re thinking, let’s not go too far
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| Your hair stands up when I kiss the back of your neck
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| Been driving 'cross the country just to see
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| Those wide eyes, wide eyes
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| Wide eyes, those wide eyes
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| Wide eyes, those wide eyes
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| Those wide eyes, those wide eyes
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| When I hit South Dowling St, I know where I am
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| I have a fortunate life, gonna see what I can
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| One in every port, you know that’s not who I am
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| You’ll never see your kitchen floor the same way again
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| With those wide eyes, wide eyes
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| Those wide eyes, those wide eyes
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| Those wide eyes, wide eyes
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| Those wide eyes
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| When I hit South Dowling St, I know where I am
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| I have a fortunate life, gonna see what I can
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| One in every port, you know that’s not who I am
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| You’ll never see your kitchen floor the same way again
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| With those wide eyes, wide eyes
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| Wide eyes, wide eyes
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| Those wide eyes, wide eyes
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| Those wide eyes |