hey there, baby, have you got a light?
im not smoking, but im afraid i might
have fallen down a dark carpal tunnel and landed in your kiss
and in the water from your big, brown eyes, i swam away from a quarter life crisis
you told me horror stories in room 426
of wooden boys falling for girls made out of matchsticks
i shoulda strapped you to me with padlocks and glue
so i could spend the rest of my life wearing nothing but socks and you
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we got a lot of maybes to muddle through
but my emotional rabies are fixed on crashing through to you
though governments and distance stand between us, well be fine
cuz im gonna tear this world apart, baby, until youre mine
ever knew much about magic, but i think i finally found a teacher
ever meant to find my soul, but i got lost along the way
ever lived with you, but i know i cant live without you
ever know if ever ill see you again, so i hold tight and pray
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youll be an artist, ill be your hands
well go the farthest from our lives we can
ill swim the ocean, whisk you away
til were in denmark, youll hear me say:
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