| Take my hand
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| And we can go walking
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| And we can talk about whatever is on your mind
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| Be my friend, but secretly like me
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| I wanna catch you staring and make you go all red
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| I love the way your hair falls in the summer
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| I’ll treat you like your father treats your mother
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| And I’m kinda scared of your older brother
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| Oh yeah
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| You’re all that I’m needing
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| You’re all that I’m feeling
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| And I’ll be the one that’s kicking and screaming
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| When you have to go every evening
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| Oh yeah
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| Your feet in the sand
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| And mine in the water
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| We can explore these hills if that’s what you want to do
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| You know I can’t stand, when it gets cold in the evenings
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| And I’m standing there freezing, but my clothes look so good on you
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| You play with my hair like there’s no other
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| And I’m no longer scared of your older brother
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| He said, «we're cool, man, I know you love her.»
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| Oh yeah
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| I’ll get you in loads of trouble
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| Give you love on the double
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| We can get drunk and
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| Our words can get muddled
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| No cigarette smoke will burst our little bubble
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| Oh no
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| Take my hand
|
| And we can go walking
|
| And we can talk about whatever is on your mind
|
| You play with my hair like there’s no other
|
| I’ll treat you like your father treats your mother
|
| And I’m no longer scared of your older brother
|
| Oh no
|
| And I’m no longer scared of your older brother
|
| You’re all that I needed
|
| You’re all that I’m feeling
|
| And I’ll be the one who’s kicking and screaming
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| When you have to go home
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| Every evening
|
| Oh yeah
|
| I’ll get you in loads of trouble
|
| Give you love on the double
|
| We can get drunk and
|
| Our words can get muddled
|
| No cigarette smoke will burst our little bubble
|
| Oh no
|
| Oh no
|
| Oh no
|
| Take my hand
|
| And we can go walking
|
| And we can talk about whatever is on your mind |