The first time you looked at her curves you were hooked
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And the glances you took, took hold of you and demanded that you stay
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And sunk in their teeth, bit your heart and released
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Such a charge that you need another touch, another taste, another fix
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She just might get you lost
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And she just might leave you torn
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But she just might save your soul
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If she gets you when she gets you any closer
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She leads you up, points out skylines and stars, steeple chases in bars
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And took your keys and demanded that you stay
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The city longs well for rooftops and invitations
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All lace in secret places, she moves you to touch with her hands
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And she just might get you lost
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And she just might leave you torn
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But she just might save your soul
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If she gets you when she gets you any closer
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Under the cold sheet, where the welcomed touch of skin and skin will meet
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Out on the inside where a girls prize is at the tip of your tongue
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Where every move and each impulse brings clarity
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To stay like this is everything you'll ever need
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She just might get you lost
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And she just might leave you torn
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But she just might save your soul
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But she gets you any closer
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Can you believe your eyes
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Rooftops & Invitations
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Dashboard Confessional |