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Elevator buttons and morning air; M; y; a V: w) g+ w6 L7 \, b- s- d
Stranger silence makes me wanna take the stairs
; W; b+ w0 ~ r8 n; T2 T2 _If you were here we'd laugh about their vacant stares
& S$ M D/ [, |& e! f4 eBut right now, my time is theirs2 A- }: h( c$ C* \1 s+ _! S( S( m7 L
Seems like there's always someone who disapproves
7 g E% h% s' _9 YThey'll judge it like they know about me and you# G, W, K* G/ s. [& k
And the verdict comes from those with nothing else to do: r3 A% U; j1 Q4 B& `
The jury's out, my choice is you8 m# e6 ?: W6 ~4 u5 Q2 H
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So don't you worry your pretty little mind,3 X v3 ~" j0 Y. e6 ~& U
People throw rocks at things that shine
0 F1 p* n8 R2 F& U2 V6 uand life makes love look hard8 L: D7 F* l! g* B* d$ S e B
The stakes are high, the water's rough* u# L# ^9 o) b& S* F
But this love is ours/ c7 t% l0 l, V9 @" p6 ], G1 H/ w8 g
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You never know what people have up their sleeves. T. j m8 v: B% D) w0 D
Ghosts from your past gonna jump out at me7 N, @0 {4 t2 H/ |
Lurking in the shadows with their lipgloss smiles6 |+ T o( M' z; ?9 i
But I don't care
# e% W& c; g8 mCause right now you're mine
2 O5 i9 s, y; V; K( iAnd you'll say,
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8 C" F3 a: g4 m0 U9 y8 ~6 zSo don't you worry your pretty little mind,: C: O9 C$ r! I" w4 r: J6 B
People throw rocks at things that shine
/ K% F0 B% D; aand life makes love look hard.
- g: Y/ t8 R7 b! J+ ^The stakes are high, the water's rough
N) K! ^" ?. E% U3 N* U1 n' rBut this love is ours.% X" ?. l. e& o: y6 m+ L; n; x
" S3 h' y+ i# x8 w. I8 v1 ~& yAnd it's not theirs to speculate if it's wrong and
4 I; N, { v. T& X/ C. W' YYour hands are tough but they are where mine belong in$ o; T! {5 A! \- V
I'll fight their doubts and give you faith with this song for you
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+ x6 N% c1 L8 W7 o; OCause I love the gap between your teeth* P' ?- }, J2 y0 C- o
and I love the riddles that you speak- G) u3 j# a+ |7 K" i, \
And any snide remarks from my father about your tattoos will be ignored
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So don't you worry your pretty little mind
6 l& @# ^( k' l# o) F/ v6 N- l! qPeople throw rocks at things that shine
* V! F/ L, A7 g+ U3 X/ r$ u/ x zAnd life makes love look hard
6 o/ R! B$ ~6 }; kBut don't you worry your pretty little mind2 g+ ]- L' E. o1 _% G# C6 p9 b1 z: g
People throw rocks at things that shine; h/ k$ f) W2 E6 r' r
But they can't take what's ours
5 A Y% l6 L) zThey can't take what's ours" g+ u) Y' G7 l- e
The stakes are high, the water's rough4 Q# Z7 j- D' O; P# {: h) m
But this love is ours |
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