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I've loved everything about you that hurtsSo let me see your movesLet me see your movesLips pressed close to mineTrue blueBut the prince of any failing empire knows thateverybody wantsEverybody wants to drive on through the night if it'sthe drive back homeThings aren't the same anymoreSome nights it gets so badI almost pick up the phoneTrade baby blues for wide-eyed brownsI sleep with your old shirts and walk through thishouse in your shoesI know it's strangeIt's a strange way of saying that I know "I'm supposedto love you""I'm supposed to love you"Whoa-oh-ohI've already given up on myself twiceThird time is the charmThird time is the charmThrew caution to the wind but I've got a lousy armAnd I've traced your shadows on the wallNow I kiss them whenever I'm down, whenever I'm downJust kind of figured on not figuring myself outThings aren't the same anymoreSome nights it gets so badI almost pick up the phoneTrade baby blues for wide-eyed brownsI sleep with your old shirts and walk through thishouse in your shoesI know it's strangeIt's a strange way of saying that I know "I'm supposedto love you""I'm supposed to love you"Whoa-oh-ohI was born under a bad signBut you saved my lifeThat night on the roof of your hotelCross my heart and hope to die splinter from theheadboard in my eyePhoto-proofed kisses I remember so wellTrade baby blues for wide-eyed brownsI sleep with your old shirts and walk through thishouse in your shoesI know it's strangeIt's a strange way of saying that I know "I'm supposedto love you""I'm supposed to love you"Whoa-oh-ohWhoa-oh-ohBY: GCA MARCUS
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