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Beyond the pines are the breeze I shoot
There's a place where I undo
And it happens all the time
I'm immune to goodbyes, oh...
Swiss watch and a baseball cap
Won't go far with a face like that
Still they keep me wanting more
A church with a locked door.
You keep me wanting more.
Everything gets blurry, am I right here you want me?
Melting like an ice cream in the sun
She's low and he's high, but I take it offline
Is there really such a thing as too much fun?
An ice cream in the sun.
Art imitates life again
Rose and I used to be friends
We'd hand out from time to time
When we could toe the life, oh
What I like in humility
My ego pays back to me
And it keeps me wanting more
A church with a locked door.
You keep me wanting more.
Everything gets blurry, am I right here you want me?
Melting like an ice cream in the sun
He's low and she's high, but I take it offline
Is there really such a thing as too much fun?
An ice cream in the sun
Everything gets blurry, am I right here you want me?
Melting like an ice cream in the sun
She's low and he's high, but I take it offline
Is there really such a thing as too much fun?
An ice cream in the sun.
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