| Get up the nerve,
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| Cause really what’s the worst thing
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| That could happen?
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| Go make your move.
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| There you are.
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| And here I am.
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| I have to make that clear
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| In my own mind
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| So I know where to begin this.
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| And I know you’re leavin soon,
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| I’m busy as can be So it wouldn’t really make much sense to me.
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| But your eyes are dumbin' me down
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| And I can’t take mine off of you.
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| So how’s about spendin' half a day
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| Underneath a tree losin' leaves?
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| Who knows if they’ll grow back again?
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| Say you will,
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| Or that you wish you could, convincingly.
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| Cause you’re makin' me feel like I’m a real live
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| Human boy.
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| And she said, What’s that you got?
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| Robotic insides?
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| I know I’m not black blooded
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| So we should dance right now
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| And wisen up later.
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| My view of you is cuttin' through
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| The bitter storms of the sea.
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| Them clouds ain’t strong now as they sounded.
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| Let’s just drive,
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| I wanna see
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| What the wind does to your hair.
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| Would you take a drive?
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| Say you will,
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| Or that you wish you could, convincingly.
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| Cause you’re helpin' me remember
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| What it’s like to have feelings like a normal human.
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| And she said, What’s that you got?
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| Robotic insides?
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| I know I’m not black blooded
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| So we should dance right now
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| And wisen up a little later.
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| My view of you is cuttin' through
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| The bitter storms of the sea.
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| Your eyes are dumbin' me down
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| And I can’t take mine off of you.
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| Let’s just drive,
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| I wanna see
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| What the wind does to your hair.
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| Would you take a drive?
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| Take a drive, Take a drive |