She, she hates winter and apologies.
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I found her swimming out in the sea.
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You know, yeah, you know what I mean.
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La da da da da da da.
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But oh, I know where you're going,
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and no, no it's not too slowly.
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But you gotta tell me,
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what's it gonna be? Hey.
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And she looked right at me, and said,
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"God, I love how you say that.
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Sounds so epic."
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She says, "all your friends will be waiting,
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so just come back, back to bed."
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My God, I love how you say that.
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Let's make a toast to it.
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La da da da da.
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We got skin, skinned knees.
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And stained jeans.
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Cover up our names and oak trees.
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Yeah, you know what I mean.
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Yeah, you know what I mean.
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La da da da da da da.
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In the words, the words came from my lips.
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Went right, right through my eyelids.
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But you gotta tell me,
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what's it gonna be? Hey.
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And she looked right at me, and said,
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"God, I love how you say that.
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Sounds so epic."
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She says, "all your friends will be waiting,
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so just come back, back to bed."
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My God, I love how you say that.
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Let's make a toast to it.
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La da da da da.
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Back To Bed
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Lydia |