| I always want love you
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| Among many others
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| Hum through early weekend
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| Streets alive but sleeping
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| Empty after nights through
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| In the dead of summer
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| Sweat sat on your shoulder
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| We could call it over
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| We’re so restless
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| Stop this strangeness
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| Wondering can I come- come yet?
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| Then you tell me how you can’t believe
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| Yeah, you whisper in the haunted heat
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| It will always be the same repeat
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| Oh, but listen I am done becoming soft, you’ll know
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| Gamble everything and wait it out
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| We never be this safe and sound
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| Oh, but listen I am done becoming soft
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| You were late to leave then
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| Once you fell and faded
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| August owned a tight top
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| Friendship at a thrift shop
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| Symbol of the season
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| And I’m through explaning
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| This is where the night ends
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| Messing through the front steps
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| Fall down, fading
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| Wide eyed waking
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| I meant what I said, that means something
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| Then you tell me how you can’t believe
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| Yeah, you whisper in the haunted heat
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| It will always be the same repeat
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| Oh, but listen I am done becoming soft, you’ll know
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| Gamble everything and wait it out
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| We never be this safe and sound
|
| Oh, but listen I am done becoming soft
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| Then you tell me how you can’t believe
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| Yeah, you whisper in the haunted heat
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| It will always be the same repeat
|
| Oh, but listen I am done becoming soft, you’ll know
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| Gamble everything and wait it out
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| We never be this safe and sound
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| Oh, but listen I am done becoming soft
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| Done becoming soft, done becoming |