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Fireflies
03:53
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Do I inspire the fireflies inside you to flutter?
Do I make time stand still when I walk in the room, I'm looking at you?
Is it too much to ask to be the one, to be the one
Too much to ask to be the one to be with you?
Do I conjure fire in the darkest corners of your heart when I start to smile?
Do you feel the warning of the east wind blowing when I lean in to whisper?
Or is it all in my head?
Tell me love, is it all in my head?
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Gymnasiums
04:29
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You're a sight I never got over,
Just a glance from you and I was gone
I was an open wound on high school bleachers
Just watching you play basketball.
I never wanted to say I loved you
It seemed to permanent a thing to say
But then the moment had passed us
I heard you calling out her name
And nobody knew I was sinking into the white blank wall, into the white blank wall, of gymnasiums
And I never got over how I once was the one you would look for, the one you would search for, the one you would wait for in gymnasiums
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My body tires of the fight and how we're always keeping score
I don't want to guess which side you think I'm rooting for when its just you and me now
No more drawing lines, no more raising of the bets
I don't want to tell you how much you have left to regret when its just you and me now
And if you'd let me speak my mind right now,
If you'd let me speak my mind right now
If you'd let me speak my mind right now
Oh would you let me speak my mind?
Or will you run away?
All these conversations come with baggage for us to store
So let's get down to the bottom of what we think we're fight for when it's just you and me now
I know how you get scared when you feel like the rug is pulled
I'm sorry if I haven't been safe for you before
But its just you and me now
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Blood on Fire
03:51
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Maybe its me but it feel like the world has lost its mind
Numbing to see all the good that's been lost in time
But I want to feel something, let's find a hideaway in this city
See you in the candlelight, feel my blood on fire
And everything around us will try to tear us apart
Make us believe that love's not real, a lie from the start
So put down the phone now baby and hold me in you arms
Make me feel weightless, floating on air, feel my blood on fire
Don't it feel good to feel something?
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