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G.i.n.a.s.f.s.
I've loved everything about you that hurts,
So let me see your moves,
Let me see your moves.
Lips pressed close to mine.
True blue, but the prince of any failing empire knows that,
Everybody wants,
Everybody wants to drive on through the night,
If it's the drive back home.
Things aren't the same anymore,
Some nights it gets so bad that I almost pick up the phone.
Trade baby blues, for wide-eyed browns.
I sleep with your old shirts,
And walk through this house in your shoes.
I know it's strange.
It's a strange way of saying that I know I'm supposed to love you.
I'm supposed to love you.
I've already given up on myself twice.
Third time is the charm,
Third time is the charm.
Threw caution to the wind,
But I've got a lousy arm.
And I've traced your shadows on the wall.
Now I kiss them whenever I'm down,
Whenever I'm down.
Figured on,
Not figuring myself out.
Things aren't the same anymore,
Some nights it gets so bad that I almost pick up the phone.
Trade baby blues, for wide-eyed browns.
I sleep with your old shirts,
And walk through this house in your shoes.
I know it's strange.
It's a strange way of saying that I know I'm supposed to love you.
I'm supposed to love you.
I was born under a bad sign,
But you saved my life,
That night on the roof of your hotel.
"Cross my heart and hope to die,
Splinter from the headboard in my eye."
Photo-proofed kisses I remember so well.
Trade baby blues, for wide-eyed browns.
I sleep with your old shirts,
And walk through this house in your shoes.
I know it's strange.
It's a strange way of saying that I know I'm supposed to love you.
I'm supposed to love you.
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I'm supposed to love you.
It's a strange way of saying that I know I'm supposed to love you.
I know it's strange.
And walk through this house in your shoes.
I sleep with your old shirts,
Trade baby blues, for wide-eyed browns.
Photo-proofed kisses I remember so well.
Splinter from the headboard in my eye."
"Cross my heart and hope to die,
That night on the roof of your hotel.
But you saved my life,
I was born under a bad sign,
I'm supposed to love you.
It's a strange way of saying that I know I'm supposed to love you.
I know it's strange.
And walk through this house in your shoes.
I sleep with your old shirts,
Trade baby blues, for wide-eyed browns.
Some nights it gets so bad that I almost pick up the phone.
Things aren't the same anymore,
Not figuring myself out.
Figured on,
Whenever I'm down.
Now I kiss them whenever I'm down,
And I've traced your shadows on the wall.
But I've got a lousy arm.
Threw caution to the wind,
Third time is the charm.
Third time is the charm,
I've already given up on myself twice.
I'm supposed to love you.
It's a strange way of saying that I know I'm supposed to love you.
I know it's strange.
And walk through this house in your shoes.
I sleep with your old shirts,
Trade baby blues, for wide-eyed browns.
Some nights it gets so bad that I almost pick up the phone.
Things aren't the same anymore,
If it's the drive back home.
Everybody wants to drive on through the night,
Everybody wants,
True blue, but the prince of any failing empire knows that,
Lips pressed close to mine.
Let me see your moves.
So let me see your moves,
I've loved everything about you that hurts,
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