Walking over to your house,
They don't know what we know
Morning light, daughter's end
What a gift to give to them
Walking over to your house,
We both know where we're going
Just how much everybody cares
Then decide it's all good, a little late
Walking over to your house
We both know where we're going
Just how much everybody cares
Then decide it's all good, a little late
Seems like everybody knows
Seems like everybody knows
Feels like everybody knows
Feels like everybody knows
Bricks and stones'll scrape your face
Only love can break your bones
So what difference does it make
Independent, none escapes
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