| It’s been 2 months
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| And the phone reception has been broken up, most of the time
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| Had a friend stay over last night, did nothing wrong
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| But, the company it felt right
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| We shared moments
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| And we had conversations about
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| About our place here
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| In the constellations
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| And I watched
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| The way that the sun lit her blue eyes
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| It’s got nothing on holding you
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| Nothing on being here tonight
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| Nothing on holding you
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| Nothing on doing what feels right
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| There’s second thoughts
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| On the tip of my tongue
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| Trying my best
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| To not let them overrun
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| What is holding you
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| Wanna know if this is a fire
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| And if it ever burns out
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| I know I need to learn how to change the patterns
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| And observe the weather come good here
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| Whether it’s for worse or better
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| I’ve seen love
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| That isn’t cupid, that isn’t blind
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| I need a partner in good
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| And not a partner in crime
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| I’ve read poetry and I’ve wrote it
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| Been prepared
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| And I have been devoted
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| I’ve been through every fucking reason that it wouldn’t work
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| The reasons that I could get hurt
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| It’s got nothing on holding you
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| Nothing on being here tonight
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| Nothing on holding you
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| Nothing on doing what feels right
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| There’s second thoughts
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| On the tip of my tongue
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| Been trying my best
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| To not let them overrun
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| What is holding you
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| Wanna know, if this is a fire
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| And if it ever burns out |