He wakes up cold at half past nine
Shakes it off
Who needs a nurse?
Who called the hearse?
Who took the chance?
Who
I live my life just to see you
Remember what you
No telling how this came to be
You ending up here
I can tell by the way you walk
You wanna be
Here's the party where's my friends?
Pulling smoke through soda cans
So
You were always quiet
I was always cold
Walking there beside you
Promises
Learned it from the stars
Practiced in our cars
Felt it from
I didn't know what to say
When you happened to look
Maybe, we'll try something new
Twenty, twenty more reasons to swoon
And
Nine to five and I'm going out of my mind
You
Don't lie when I ask how you're feeling
I can read
Maybe I'm not lame
And maybe I'm not lame
Time won't hold
We've been living in the city such a long time
Maybe
Fell in love, with a girl
Lost my hold on this
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