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Backseat Serenade 
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lover
a place for me again
You felt it once before
I know you did
I see it
Princess
me under, pull me in
You had me at come boy
I need a friend
I understand
Backseat serenade
Dizzy hurricane
(Oh) god, I'm of sleeping alone
You're like a summer day
the away
To radio
Backseat serenade
grenade
(Oh) god, I'm sick of alone
You're like a summer day
Kiss the away
To your radio...
You take me over
I throw you up the wall
We've it all before
But this one's different
It's deliberate
You send me reeling
Calling out to you for more
The value of moment lives in metaphor
Yeah, through it all
serenade
hurricane
(Oh) god, I'm sick of sleeping alone
You're salty like a summer day
the sweat away
To radio
Backseat serenade
Little hand grenade
(Oh) god, I'm sick of sleeping alone
You're like a summer day
the away
To your radio...
Backseat serenade
hurricane
(Oh) god, I'm sick of sleeping alone
You're salty like a summer day
the away
To your radio...
Backseat serenade
Little hand grenade
(Oh) aren't you sick of sleeping alone?
We're salty on a summer day
the pain away
To your radio...
(Oh, god I'm sick of alone)
a place for me again
You felt it once before
I know you did
I see it
Princess
me under, pull me in
You had me at come boy
I need a friend
I understand
Backseat serenade
Dizzy hurricane
(Oh) god, I'm of sleeping alone
You're like a summer day
the away
To radio
Backseat serenade
grenade
(Oh) god, I'm sick of alone
You're like a summer day
Kiss the away
To your radio...
You take me over
I throw you up the wall
We've it all before
But this one's different
It's deliberate
You send me reeling
Calling out to you for more
The value of moment lives in metaphor
Yeah, through it all
serenade
hurricane
(Oh) god, I'm sick of sleeping alone
You're salty like a summer day
the sweat away
To radio
Backseat serenade
Little hand grenade
(Oh) god, I'm sick of sleeping alone
You're like a summer day
the away
To your radio...
Backseat serenade
hurricane
(Oh) god, I'm sick of sleeping alone
You're salty like a summer day
the away
To your radio...
Backseat serenade
Little hand grenade
(Oh) aren't you sick of sleeping alone?
We're salty on a summer day
the pain away
To your radio...
(Oh, god I'm sick of alone)
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