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; j+ H& n8 R5 k, E0 p7 J# c7 dElevator buttons and morning air8 t( |1 `% A1 o$ Y
Stranger silence makes me wanna take the stairs, o! ^# x/ o7 i2 [
If you were here we'd laugh about their vacant stares
p# r& { h- P- `But right now, my time is theirs# v" y& ^2 {0 J' ^
Seems like there's always someone who disapproves
5 S0 u8 v$ h6 I) s5 m$ eThey'll judge it like they know about me and you
: e" v: D" F; v. I5 w3 RAnd the verdict comes from those with nothing else to do
& o# h+ L* D! S) G( |. lThe jury's out, my choice is you
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So don't you worry your pretty little mind,
- x# [, ]! b! g6 X$ T1 b. tPeople throw rocks at things that shine1 r& r- E, z6 [4 x0 z9 c1 F1 ?
and life makes love look hard
! N+ F# C" g% E1 x+ R |The stakes are high, the water's rough
; ^$ u/ Y% M4 g( h: t" j% WBut this love is ours/ q$ D* r/ Z! u5 V6 [1 k; h* `
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You never know what people have up their sleeves
2 m; ^6 v' J6 S/ _( z8 KGhosts from your past gonna jump out at me
' t% x' W; V! F' o J5 cLurking in the shadows with their lipgloss smiles- @& C/ l6 s8 s) K0 W+ N: O+ B- j+ t
But I don't care
- A- M, w: e' V8 bCause right now you're mine) H$ j; Z) {+ S( w* g4 G
And you'll say,, ^4 D. t2 F9 e+ b5 l0 P
5 p2 Q4 z: N. F' ^5 {/ ]+ I1 NSo don't you worry your pretty little mind,/ X8 m( v1 n4 V/ G$ B
People throw rocks at things that shine
5 ?2 G# S7 a* [/ Wand life makes love look hard.+ i h3 }, V! i- y! t
The stakes are high, the water's rough; D4 f! r9 @" ^" N0 e9 Q
But this love is ours.
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And it's not theirs to speculate if it's wrong and
$ F% [& n3 d# u; u+ {6 ~Your hands are tough but they are where mine belong in4 i- u; @8 _$ l8 M0 [+ G6 e
I'll fight their doubts and give you faith with this song for you
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% y5 c5 k& I I8 ~6 BCause I love the gap between your teeth6 B3 L+ o$ d" |
and I love the riddles that you speak, _- x$ F% G2 A5 f& N! r7 l9 Q
And any snide remarks from my father about your tattoos will be ignored: V+ v- j% q6 `+ `" F+ @& _2 M
Cause my heart is yours
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So don't you worry your pretty little mind6 M& ~6 ?) S, b( W. s5 s1 f$ z
People throw rocks at things that shine9 h5 q/ V5 X8 S
And life makes love look hard
) K3 Y# ?2 {2 X$ z) m) h' W: l& vBut don't you worry your pretty little mind
3 R+ ?* T3 l/ a! uPeople throw rocks at things that shine
% S) D1 g/ ^8 u. j: S0 dBut they can't take what's ours
. N+ T% f( [/ E2 E7 LThey can't take what's ours
1 x. j. v! \/ M* f* RThe stakes are high, the water's rough( S# L& \/ l# F! | l) z0 W$ R
But this love is ours |
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