| Me and you, we make art
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| With one another’s body parts
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| And we dance with so much heart
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| Feel our way through the dark
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| Get rid of the past and don’t forget a thing
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| You’re one of the last
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| With a young one’s heart just surfacing
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| Get out of there fast and don’t regret a thing
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| Yeah, you’re one of the last
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| With a swollen heart that’s far too soaked to break
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| Hair for miles and freckled arms
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| We’ve got matching birthmarks
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| She’s a beacon in a dark, dark world
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| And i’m a black, brick factory on top of the hill
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| She hates all of the pictures, but i treasure them still
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| Get rid of the past, and don’t forget a thing
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| You’re one of the last
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| With a young one’s heart just surfacing
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| Get out of there fast and don’t regret a thing
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| You’re one of the last
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| With a swollen heart that’s far too soaked to break
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| Soaked me up into her heart
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| Far too full to fall apart, huh
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| Get rid of the past and don’t forget a thing
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| You’re one of the last
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| With a young one’s heart just surfacing
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| Get out there fast and don’t regret a thing
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| Yeah, You’re one of the last
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| With a swollen heart that’s far too soaked to break
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| Get rid of the past and don’t forget a thing
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| You’re a wonderfull lass
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| With a young one’s heart that’s just resurfacing
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| Get out there fast and don’t regret a thing
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| Yeah, You’re one of the last
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| With a swollen heart too soaked to break |