| Does she kiss you like I did?
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| Do your hearts beat in unison?
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| The chords are ringing out
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| My fingertips are pouring rain
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| Upon the rooftop
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| Because inside this house, there’s nothing left, nothing left to say
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| This won’t break me, because I’m not the drugs
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| I am not the pain you feel inside, when you’re lying there, awake
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| It’s just the absence of blood in your veins
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| Drown the pain of this one
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| To the sound of my guitar
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| Da-da-aa, da-da-aa
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| This song becomes our anthem
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| As we sing it in your car
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| Da-da-aa, da-da-aa
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| I’m an itch beneath your skin
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| That alcohol you have been drowning in
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| Well, it aches for a century
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| The one who wastes your year
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| The fool that you call love
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| Drown the pain of this one
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| To the sound of my guitar
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| Da-da-aa, da-da-aa
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| This song becomes our anthem
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| As we sing it in your car
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| Da-da-aa, da-da-aa
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| The radio is on tonight
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| So sing it if you’re still alive
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| You’re still alive
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| You bare it all
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| Sing da-da-aa, da-da-aa
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| The radio is on tonight
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| So sing it if you’re still alive
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| You’re still alive
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| You bare it all
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| Sing da-da-aa, da-da-aa
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| Drown the pain of this one
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| To the sound of my guitar
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| Aa-da-aa, da-da-aa
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| This song becomes our anthem
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| As we sing it in your car
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| Da-da-aa, da-da-aa
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| Drown the pain of this one
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| To the sound of my guitar
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| Da-da-aa, da-da-aa
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| (And I still feel joy when I wake and when I breathe)
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| This song becomes our anthem
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| As we sing it in your car
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| Da-da-aa, da-da-aa
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| (If the world falls around you, I will feel, I will feel joy) |