| She left him in the sunshine, her short blonde hair
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| He’s laying in his bed cause he definitely cares
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| And she’s gone, she’s gone for a long ass time
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| The time they spent together was way too long
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| But she’s walking along, she’s walking along the concrete
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| He feels it in his heart and she feels it in her feet
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| Cause I can’t text ya and I can’t call ya
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| But I can think about you
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| And I can’t kiss ya, and I can’t fuck ya
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| But I can think about you
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| I can’t text ya and I can’t touch ya
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| But I can think about you
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| And I can’t call ya and I can’t fuck ya
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| But I can think about you
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| I’m walking to the westgate
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| Walking to the westgate
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| Yeah I’m walking to the westgate
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| Walking to the westgate
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| Yeah I’m walking to the westgate
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| Walking to the westgate
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| Yeah I’m walking to the westgate
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| Walking to the westgate
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| And he feels the breeze in his long brown hair
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| There’s nothing in his heart and there’s nothing in his hands
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| And the breeze, it feels so good on his hot skin
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| Cause the things that they did and the places that they saw
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| that he never got bored
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| When he was waiting for you to finish work
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| Cause I can’t touch ya and I can’t call ya
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| But I can think about you
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| And I can’t kiss ya and I can’t fuck ya
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| But I can think about you
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| Cause I’m walking to the westgate
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| Walking to the westgate
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| Yeah I’m walking to the westgate
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| Walking to the westgate |