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Backseat Serenade
Easy
by All Time Low
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lover
Find a for me again
You felt it before
I you did
I could see it
Whiskey Princess
me under, pull me in
You had me at come over boy
I need a friend
I understand
Backseat serenade
Dizzy hurricane
(Oh) god, I'm of sleeping alone
You're salty like a summer day
Kiss the away
To your radio
Backseat serenade
Little grenade
(Oh) god, I'm sick of sleeping alone
You're salty a summer day
Kiss the away
To your radio...
You 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 of this moment lives in metaphor
Yeah, through it all
Backseat serenade
Dizzy hurricane
(Oh) god, I'm sick of alone
You're salty like a day
Kiss the sweat away
To your radio
Backseat serenade
Little hand grenade
(Oh) god, I'm sick of sleeping alone
You're salty like a summer day
Kiss the away
To your radio...
Backseat serenade
hurricane
(Oh) god, I'm of sleeping alone
You're like a summer day
Kiss the away
To your radio...
Backseat serenade
Little hand grenade
(Oh) aren't you sick of alone?
We're salty on a summer day
Kiss the away
To your radio...
(Oh, god I'm sick of sleeping alone)
Find a for me again
You felt it before
I you did
I could see it
Whiskey Princess
me under, pull me in
You had me at come over boy
I need a friend
I understand
Backseat serenade
Dizzy hurricane
(Oh) god, I'm of sleeping alone
You're salty like a summer day
Kiss the away
To your radio
Backseat serenade
Little grenade
(Oh) god, I'm sick of sleeping alone
You're salty a summer day
Kiss the away
To your radio...
You 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 of this moment lives in metaphor
Yeah, through it all
Backseat serenade
Dizzy hurricane
(Oh) god, I'm sick of alone
You're salty like a day
Kiss the sweat away
To your radio
Backseat serenade
Little hand grenade
(Oh) god, I'm sick of sleeping alone
You're salty like a summer day
Kiss the away
To your radio...
Backseat serenade
hurricane
(Oh) god, I'm of sleeping alone
You're like a summer day
Kiss the away
To your radio...
Backseat serenade
Little hand grenade
(Oh) aren't you sick of alone?
We're salty on a summer day
Kiss the away
To your radio...
(Oh, god I'm sick of sleeping alone)
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