| You don’t ever have to be stronger than you really are
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| When you’re lying in my arms
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| Baby, you don’t ever have to
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| Go faster than your fastest pace or faster than my fastest cars
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| I shouldn’t have done it but I read it in your letter
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| You said to a friend that you wish you were doing better
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| I wanted to reach out but I never said a thing
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| I shouldn’t have done it but I read it in your letter
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| You said to a friend that you wish you were doing better
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| I wanted to call you but I didn’t say a thing
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| (Two, three, four)
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| Ooh, I’ll pick you up
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| If you come back to America, just hit me up
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| 'Cause this is crazy love
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| I’ll catch you on the flipside
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| If you come back to California
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| You should just hit me up
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| We’ll do whatever you want, travel wherever how far
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| We’ll hit up all the old places
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| We’ll have a party, we’ll dance till dawn
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| I’ll pick up all of your Vogues and all of your Rolling Stones
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| Your favorite liquor off the top-shelf
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| I’ll throw a party, all night long
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| You don’t ever have to be stronger than you really are
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| When you’re lying in my arms
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| And honey, you don’t ever have to act cooler than you think you should
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| You’re brighter than the brightest stars
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| You’re scared to win, scared to lose
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| I’ve heard the war was over if you really choose
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| The one in and around you
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| You hate the heat, you got the blues
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| You’re changing like the weather, oh, that’s so like you
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| The Santa Ana moves you
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| (Two, three, four)
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| Ooh, I’ll pick you up
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| If you come back to America, just hit me up
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| 'Cause this is crazy love
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| I’ll catch you on the flipside
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| If you come back to California
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| You should just hit me up
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| We’ll do whatever you want, travel wherever, how far
|
| We’ll hit up all the old places
|
| We’ll have a party, we dance till dawn
|
| I’ll pick up all of your Vogues and all of your Rolling Stones
|
| Your favorite liquor off the top-shelf
|
| I’ll throw a party, all night long
|
| Ooh, I’ll pick you up
|
| If you come back to America, just hit me up
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| 'Cause this is crazy love
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| I’ll catch you on the flipside
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| If you come back to California
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| You should just hit me up |