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Feelings getting in the way,
Messing up this perfect day,
Mixing up the words I say,
Oh, what a price to pay,
For the bliss you bring me,
Did you miss me?
For you, I stay awake in history,
I try and make my own coffee,
But here you are next to me,
Messing with my reality,
Are you here to talk to me?
Teach me things I never knew,
Let me learn about you,
Call me when you're 32,
Or is that too soon,
Too soon,
Too soon,
Make me swoon,
Take me to the moon,
Close my wounds,
Let us fade into the night,
And let the twinkling little stars be our light.
Messing up this perfect day,
Mixing up the words I say,
Oh, what a price to pay,
For the bliss you bring me,
Did you miss me?
For you, I stay awake in history,
I try and make my own coffee,
But here you are next to me,
Messing with my reality,
Are you here to talk to me?
Teach me things I never knew,
Let me learn about you,
Call me when you're 32,
Or is that too soon,
Too soon,
Too soon,
Make me swoon,
Take me to the moon,
Close my wounds,
Let us fade into the night,
And let the twinkling little stars be our light.
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