| I hear a little patience what a man need
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| But bottling the feelings’ll make a man bleed
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| The words leave my mouth in a stampede
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| Watch em galloping, breaking records for land speed
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| My heart pumps and my lips tend to obey
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| You’re just so Bay, I hope you don’t say «no way»
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| Now that I came back around to OK
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| And if you let me I will love you till we go grey
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| So be my do-ray-me-fa-so-la-ti-do
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| We’ll hit El Farolito, and get a bomb burrito
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| I try to kill my ego when your subject appears
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| But I still think of you when I had a couple of beers
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| I’ll see you soon I got no use for a bucket of tears
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| It seemed unlucky how we’d orbit each other for years
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| We got our timing right and then I collided with you
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| The wait is worth it in the moment we finally do
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| What I told you maybe half was true
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| I know neither of us have a clue
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| I’m always coming back to you
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| Your boo, your boo, your boomerang
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| I know neither of us have the key
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| But I’m telling you, you have to see
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| How you’re always coming back to me
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| My boo, my boo, my boomerang
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| You press my buttons like I were a Nintendo
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| Me and her up in a permanent limbo
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| It’s like it’s nothing when we’re burnin the indo
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| The streetlights like a blur in the window
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| I got no cause to feel I was betrayed
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| It’s just a symptom of the of the game we played
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| We pull the hearts out of each others' chests, pull the pins out of the hearts
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| And toss em back and forth like they’re grenades
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| Hot potato, hot potato, what did you do?
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| Blow my fuckin arm off and then kiss the booboo
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| Hit me with a shovel, and then say «I dig you»
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| And be colder than an igloo
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| When you want me I don’t want you, when I want you, you don’t want me
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| When I sing a tune and you sing it too then it’s «womp womp» in the wrong key
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| You always let me go and do my thang
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| But I’m always coming back again—boomerang
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| What I told you maybe half was true
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| I know neither of us have a clue
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| I’m always coming back to you
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| Your boo, your boo, your boomerang
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| I know neither of us have the key
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| But I’m telling you, you have to see
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| How you’re always coming back to me
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| My boo, my boo, my boomerang |