Rooftops and Invitations
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The first time you looked
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At her curves you were hooked
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And the glances you took
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Took hold of you
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And demanded that you stay
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And sunk in their teeth
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Bit you hard and released
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Such a charge that you need
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Another touch
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Another taste
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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 and she, gets you any closer
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She leads you up
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Points out skylines and stars
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Steeplechases and bars
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And took your keys
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And demanded that you stay
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The city longs well for
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Rooftops and invitations
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All lace and secret places
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She moves you to touch
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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 and she, gets you any closer
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Under the cool sheet
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Where the welcome touch
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Of skin and skin will meet
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Hot on the inside where the girl’s prize is
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At the tip of your tongue
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When every move
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And each impulse
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Brings clarity
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To stay like this
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Is everything
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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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If she gets you any closer
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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 any closer
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Can you believe your eyes?
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Rooftops And Invitations
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| Dashboard Confessional |
