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It’s getting colder.
Let me sail, let me sail.
What’s a matter with the clothes I’m wearing?
They made up their minds
There’s a boy who works at Starbucks
It’s you in the sunrise
Well, you know you make me wanna shout
A bottle of white
Something started crazy
It’s a little bit funny
You left me hanging from a thread
Everyday it’s a getting closer
When the light begins to fade
I wish I could cross my arms
In the quiet misty morning
It’s the only road
Dance to the music
There was a time and place
I never knew
I should tell you
Let me sail, let me sail.
What’s a matter with the clothes I’m wearing?
They made up their minds
There’s a boy who works at Starbucks
It’s you in the sunrise
Well, you know you make me wanna shout
A bottle of white
Something started crazy
It’s a little bit funny
You left me hanging from a thread
Everyday it’s a getting closer
When the light begins to fade
I wish I could cross my arms
In the quiet misty morning
It’s the only road
Dance to the music
There was a time and place
I never knew
I should tell you