| This is your number, it’s all I’ve got
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| This is me standing in a parking lot
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| This the movie that never got made
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| This is my heart, and it’s a grenade
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| Pulling the pin, running for cover
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| In the middle of the night
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| Pick up the phone, I wanna come over
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| Back in the day, walking your way
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| You read my mind, you knew what I’d say
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| Foot in my mouth, cat got my tongue
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| Tripping on clichés and coming undone
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| Holding your hand, running for cover
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| In the middle of the night
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| Tell me your name
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| Can I come over?
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| ‘Cause you are in my head, you are in the driver’s seat
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| I’d follow your love down a dead end street
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| I would live life blind, I would tell you lies
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| Just to hear your voice when I close my eyes
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| After the dance, after the whiskey
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| After you left, before you kissed me
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| Too much to drink, stumbling home
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| Nobody there when the lights came on
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| Cutting my losses, counting my blessings
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| In the middle of the night
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| Can I come over? | 
| Are you undressing?
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| ‘Cause you are in my head, you are in the driver’s seat
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| I’d follow your love down a dead end street
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| I would live life blind, I would tell you lies
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| Just to hear your voice when I close my eyes
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| Is this the last of the signals you’re sending?
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| Are we rolling the credits?
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| Is this the ending?
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| ‘Cause you are in my head, you are in the driver’s seat
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| I’d follow your love down the darkest street
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| I would live life blind under starless skies
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| Just to hear your voice when I close my eyes
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| Just to hear your voice when I close my eyes
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| You are in my head when I close my eyes
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| This is your number, it’s all I’ve got
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| This is me standing in a parking lot |