| I sent you a postcard from Tokyo, baby
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| You never picked it up
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| I even wrote it in Japanese, baby
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| You didn’t give a fuck
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| 'Cause I don’t sleep like your body’s on me
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| I won’t feel right until we can be
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| Underneath everything that’s between
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| Yeah
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| I’m undone about to burst at my seams
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| 'Cause I am picturing you beside me
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| So let me be everything that you need
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| Yeah
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| But you’re still picking me up
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| Don’t put me back down like it’s nothing to ya
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| Yeah, you’re still picking me up
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| Don’t you put me back down
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| Don’t you put me back down
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| Like it’s nothing to ya
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| Like it’s nothing to ya
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| I remember that night that you first called me crazy
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| Only you picked it up
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| Kissed me and said «I love you, baby»
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| You didn’t give a fuck
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| Now I don’t sleep unless your body’s on me
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| I won’t feel right until we can be
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| Underneath everything that’s between
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| Yeah
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| I’m undone about to burst at my seams
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| 'Cause I am picturing you beside me
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| So let me be everything that you need
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| Yeah
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| But you’re still picking me up
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| Don’t put me back down like it’s nothing to ya
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| Yeah, you’re still picking me up
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| Don’t you put me back down
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| Don’t you put me back down
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| Like it’s nothing to ya
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| Like it’s nothing to ya
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| Take your time, pull me in, push me out
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| Simplify all the whispers of doubt
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| 'Cause I know what you’re thinking about
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| But you’re still picking me up
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| Don’t put me back down like it’s nothing to ya
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| Yeah, you’re still picking me up
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| Don’t you put me back down
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| Don’t you put me back down
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| Like it’s nothing to ya
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| Like it’s nothing to ya
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| Like it’s nothing to ya
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| Like it’s nothing to ya
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| Like it’s nothing to ya |