Clean Lyric
Paragraph Lyric
I've loved everything about you that hurts, so
Let me see your moves,
Let me see your moves
Lips pressed this 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 a drive back home

Things aren't the same anymore
Some nights, they get so bad
You 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,
You know it's strange
It's a strange way of saying,
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, they get so bad
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,
You 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

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
Splintered from the headboard in my eye"
Photo-proofed kisses I remembered so well

Trade baby blues for wide eyed browns
I sleep with your old shirts
And walk through this house in your shoes,
You 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've loved everything about you that hurts, so   Let me see your moves,   Let me see your moves   Lips pressed this 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 a drive back home      Things aren't the same anymore   Some nights, they get so bad   You 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,    You know it's strange   It's a strange way of saying,    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, they get so bad   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,   You 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      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   Splintered from the headboard in my eye"   Photo-proofed kisses I remembered so well      Trade baby blues for wide eyed browns   I sleep with your old shirts   And walk through this house in your shoes,    You 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      Now press repeat
 
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