| From the second we met I knew you'd be significant |
| Started out as a friend, something was different |
| Folding laundry on the basement floor and splitting a cigarette |
| But only when we're drinking 'cause we swore on that |
| Never said it out loud, secretly I was wishing it |
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| But it was too hot to touch |
| Double edged |
| You were in my gut, now you're stuck in my head |
| Can't sleep it off, been wondering |
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| Maybe if we never bet on better timing |
| Waiting for the other one to break the silence |
| Holding our breath until we turned blue |
| Then we woulda made it to the other side and |
| Even if we failed at least we'd know we tried it |
| I always wanted it to be you and I |
| Now I'm caught up in the backfire |
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| If I could do it all over |
| I woulda kissed you in the lobby that night waiting out the storm |
| Maybe then we'd be closer |
| But I've been too afraid to lose you so I'm taking you in any form |
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| Too hot to touch |
| Double edged |
| You were in my gut, now I'm stuck in my bed |
| Can't sleep it off |
| Still wondering |
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| Maybe if we never bet on better timing |
| Waiting for the other one to break the silence |
| Holding our breath until we turned blue |
| Then we woulda made it to the other side and |
| Even if we failed at least we'd know we tried it |
| I always wanted it to be you and I |
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| Oh, and if we did it all again |
| And nothing was the same |
| Would we end up here anyway? |
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| Maybe if we never bet on better timing |
| Waiting for the other one to break the silence |
| Holding our breath until we turned blue |
| Then we woulda made it to the other side and |
| Even if we failed at least we'd know we tried it |
| I always wanted it to be you and I |
| Now I'm caught up in the backfire |
| Caught up in the backfire |
| Caught up in the backfire |
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| I always wanted it to be you and I |
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