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Elevator buttons and morning air
( {$ |5 s/ j* ?/ l5 c# o, {. a1 VStranger silence makes me wanna take the stairs
5 @. i6 T( ?% h" j, |( |If you were here we'd laugh about their vacant stares0 M0 X2 l4 K$ k# L1 R' z
But right now, my time is theirs1 K& n& R! Y, B6 e
Seems like there's always someone who disapproves
! c* U9 t; X/ Y2 \. }1 hThey'll judge it like they know about me and you% q4 A7 f' h% Y' d/ w; H
And the verdict comes from those with nothing else to do
( h- S( ~+ ?9 k6 }+ TThe jury's out, my choice is you; @+ y1 r1 y7 U+ s1 g
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So don't you worry your pretty little mind,
: o2 R: e& k9 O1 l8 R4 H' V% {People throw rocks at things that shine
3 `2 q P- u# j! t' M! v3 Mand life makes love look hard
& O7 @7 O) k$ ^4 |2 P5 YThe stakes are high, the water's rough
# t/ @4 a; ?' g8 yBut this love is ours
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9 o+ f* g. Q/ o4 p/ \* v, D2 FYou never know what people have up their sleeves% m4 V% L) p+ `, y4 l6 S, t1 p. w
Ghosts from your past gonna jump out at me
/ C* Q$ l. a2 }' HLurking in the shadows with their lipgloss smiles
3 B0 u y) U' ^5 O6 }But I don't care
3 w. @ n7 V& B/ e$ _. `. j+ SCause right now you're mine
7 L2 J$ x9 B# F3 t( h5 gAnd you'll say,
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So don't you worry your pretty little mind,
9 E$ p" w# I/ [$ G: Q! {People throw rocks at things that shine
+ [7 g w4 Z! b* O! a0 `and life makes love look hard.
; R& K# {) a4 ~+ F; {. W1 G' PThe stakes are high, the water's rough
8 t/ `) \1 k- ~+ O- J. x3 YBut this love is ours.
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And it's not theirs to speculate if it's wrong and
+ L- ^% h$ g G. i+ AYour hands are tough but they are where mine belong in' h1 t; t R* Z% t) i
I'll fight their doubts and give you faith with this song for you: | V* B6 j, v7 O! N
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Cause I love the gap between your teeth
4 B- e D8 w3 zand I love the riddles that you speak
! D3 V! [9 ]' @. pAnd any snide remarks from my father about your tattoos will be ignored
( j% s$ ^8 o# Z' s+ OCause my heart is yours
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So don't you worry your pretty little mind
, E% T; x M3 n) F" IPeople throw rocks at things that shine) u2 N; V, |2 x. `, @
And life makes love look hard4 k j. R- h7 z/ i
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People throw rocks at things that shine1 s6 ?0 n/ y3 p# P7 ]
But they can't take what's ours
9 o4 n8 d. L* h3 FThey can't take what's ours/ W6 ]2 b1 D. @& N
The stakes are high, the water's rough2 V# s1 B( r0 G! E/ j& F5 h
But this love is ours |
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